No.42 |
3rd December 2002 |
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-- Lost love --
I woke at dawn to the sound of rain A soothing pitter patter But then oh Christ! I felt the pain She who was mine is gone, again She leaves me every morning When I wake from restless sleep. Only my dreams can hold her I wake - and then I weep I weep for moments of lost joy For glances, smiles and sudden knowing That the alchemy of love Would prove at last t'be our undoing |
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