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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, 08:57 PM
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 and they say imitation is flattering Group: Member Posts: 1,337 Joined: Jul 2004 Member No: 27,269 |
I thought it was good, only I don't find bird's songs to be bittersweet.
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actionrobot_go Title-less poem[ish] Jan 30 2005, 08:35 PM
stephinika short, sweet, simple and to the point. i love it. ... Jan 30 2005, 08:37 PM
actionrobot_go whew, I was worried that you guys were going to tr... Jan 30 2005, 09:36 PM |
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