Feel the Song
by redwards
Posted: 13 October 2004 Word Count: 45 |
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Hoped in my heart
Dismissed by my mind
Desire to capture my nightingale
Hold it in my hands alas
Scared to find the happiness
Best suited to the vane or promised
In weakness I choose to recall
Tenderness beyond our hours
But still remain transfixed
Dismissed by my mind
Desire to capture my nightingale
Hold it in my hands alas
Scared to find the happiness
Best suited to the vane or promised
In weakness I choose to recall
Tenderness beyond our hours
But still remain transfixed
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