Friday, September 23, 2011

Death's First Dawn. Comments

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The wind cries out but words are lost but the voice is with me still
And I’d gladly pay a hefty cost, to feel again that thrill.
Who was she, what did she say, a cry for help or other?
I sleep alone, in dreams I pray but all my dreams are smothered.
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