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Poor Me
My corrupt interpatation has left me with a perverted view
Alone is the beauty of the river I float in
To be intertwined is the magic I’ve lost
Weaning myself to curse lonesomes road
I fear that I’m lost with out any sails
Stealing the crust of another days light
To walk hand in hand is but a dream dashed
I ask for this spell of hate to be broken
What have I done to deserve such a mess
I ask with full knowledge of my deeds rewarded
Poor me’s no more I know it’s been coming
Twisted and jagged the sloshing I hear
I cant make much sense when I sense no more
Awake is the night I stumble across
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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