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Written with Six and Twenty Black Birds going through my head. Isn't really meant to follow the song, but the idea is there. Enjoy!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 77 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 07-30-05 - id: 1974617
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Sing a song of broken hearts
A hand slipped out of mine
All we need has shrunk from strife
And roses full of tines
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Wanted only no more tears
A Haven from above
Denied to me by one soft word
From dead and dying love
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Come back to me when all is done
And you have found yourself
Within a land of darkened time
And futures on His shelf
7/22/05
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