Robert Green Biography

Stood in the corner gathering dust
Steel strings
Pitted with rust
Loose and untuned
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The truth hurt, nothing to atone
There were no lies
Moving alone
Dancing with tears in my eyes
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Don't fear the Reaper
Another sleep only deeper
Your toil is done
No more midday sun.
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The poets words,
Of the heart
For a love, lost!
On deaf ears
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There she stood in shoes of Red
Dressed in Black!
Broad brimmed hat!
Respect for the departed
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