filling a gaping hole
prancing and dancing as if by magic
the story is a sound that moves me far away
then melancholy it stirs my emotions to sway
I weep as it captures my all, in tender heart
joy is at an end before again it starts
The last snow of winter fell, it was too soon to tell not sure the place we go to, is heaven or hell I began to sleep on the day you fell as...
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