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I look out, to the west
From the house we built ourselves
To the place where you have gone
Far away
I think of times, so sublime
And the children’s nursery rhymes
I wonder if I will feel that way again,
Someday
She will not turn to look at me
She only sees what she believes
My heart breaks with every step she takes
Please stay!
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2007-10-23
07:13:06
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TD Euwaite?
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➔ Poetry
Don't go all sappy on me. It's art. My brain cranks it out, not my heart.
2007-10-23
07:47:39 ·
update #1