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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
Tearboats
Cry me a river
so I know you can feel
the heartache which splits me apart
in hopes you will come
with a stick of glue
get me that violin
and sing me a song
for I’d play,
until my fingers fell off
just to hear you sing along
or come kiss me goodnight
bless me with your gentle touch
and look at me with those glittering stars
so I may fall asleep
...Tuesday 29th August 2023 6:51 am
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