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Young love, and old

 

Or, so I'm told.

The sweet songs of summer
Are coming our way
And the birds in the trees
Are singing all day.

The occasional cloud high high in the sky
And all of the world, I just let it pass by.
My pockets are empty, my outlook is drear,
But every day brings my death nearer.

I gaze at the faces of the people I meet
Some are struck dumb and just stare at their feet
Others acknowledge a swift ‘how do you do’
But there’s one soft gaze I so bitterly rue.

The devil himself twisted my heart
And then twisted my tongue
To set us apart.

And I still can’t believe
At the end of the day
That she sang her swan song
Then just drifted away….
 

 

◄ Redemption song

Meltdown ►

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