nights and days
nights of nights days of days morning's so cold your faith whisper's away.heart breaks so grim memorys so cold days you wish that death would take your soul.memorys so dark whispers of tears memory of pain that sticks throw the years.
the willow i see the memory it shares the blood sweat and tears i feel throw the years.the memorys of darkness that darkens my soul.memorys of the willow now deep in my soul.darkness is coming know again with the fears.the darkness is here.now the morning i fear.
the willow i see the memory it shares the blood sweat and tears i feel throw the years.the memorys of darkness that darkens my soul.memorys of the willow now deep in my soul.darkness is coming know again with the fears.the darkness is here.now the morning i fear.
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Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…(Excerpt from the poem Antigonish, (1899) by Hughes Mearns)
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