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I sang a song
upon that hill
wishing you would hear
but the trees and birds
were all that heard
for you were nowhere near
I raised a note
so full of hurt
up to the heavens high
and without you,
I laid my pain
upon that midnight sky
I cursed the stars,
forevermore
my words so black with hate
but they cursed back
and left me ...
Tuesday 31st October 2023 6:26 am
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