Rebekah Gamble Biography

I walked the shore one lonesome night;
a shore so far from your embrace.
I heard the waves lap at the shore
and heard the voice of the sweetly singing sea.
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There is a big black stone
on my chest
that keeps growing heavier.
I thought I was free
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There’s a constant rumble
To the pounding beat
Of the people’s hearts
As the rhythm of the street.
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I buried your heart
one fine spring day
and planted
a sighing rose
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Children are the wind,
gone so soon,
but pleasant and lovely,
like the light of the moon.
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