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 Jan 30 2005, 08:35 PM
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The bells will stop their chiming
The birds won’t sing their bittersweet songs The rain won’t fall, the sun won’t shine All my letters will be ‘returned to sender’ There will be no music to meet my ears, my heart Our imperfections will be visible, naked Now that you’re gone, laughter and cheer are things of the past And the present is looking grim, oppressive Now that you’re gone what the heck, I don't know what I'm doing 
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Jan 30 2005, 08:37 PM
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short, sweet, simple and to the point. i love it. especially this part:
QUOTE There will be no music to meet my ears, my heart
Our imperfections will be visible, naked |
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actionrobot_go Title-less poem[ish] Jan 30 2005, 08:35 PM
sporadic I thought it was good, only I don't find bird... Jan 30 2005, 08:57 PM
actionrobot_go whew, I was worried that you guys were going to tr... Jan 30 2005, 09:36 PM |
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