I
Was told this night
This
Night you’ll
See
The same words
I Always
Thought
To be
Told
How
Meager
I will always
Be
Say this
Now
You fools
Will never
see
Remember
This
Thy truth to thee
To
Me
Through
Birth
I
Will
Sing
This
To thee
Cadence,
A rhythm
A
Pretence
Is but a
The measure
But a tense
Hear
The beat
In your
Sweet mind
Emptiness
In the wine
I’ll always
Pass
Your
Untimely
Tasks
Present
To
Remind
The
Past
Of
Thy
But a soliloquy
Now
My
Ever
Present
Friend
Furled
My brow
Soul
Recant
If
I ever
Thought the
Day
Would
Come
Savior
What would
May
I
Say
I
Am but
A dumb
Blonde
You stupid
Man
This song’s
BEEN
Unsung
I
Thought
Your words
Could
Not
This
Day
Cut
I remember
Now
The day’s mistook
My hand
Is still
Unfolding now
Amongst the
Trembling
Of my
Brow
I
Remember
Why
I left the sea
I
Remember
Who
Was
Lost
To
Me
I
Wonder
Witch
Cumbersome
Sow
I’m
So
dumb
If that will
Now
Welcome sighs
This
Night’s
A
Bliss
Never
Stole
A tempered
Kiss
Langue d’Amour
11 years ago
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