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TITLE: Lost By wendell a brown 07/25/11 |
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Lost to my eyes was the morning sun
When to this day I did arise
Dark clouds did hover high above
As showers did share the skies
And my world was dark and miserable
With my heart much like this day
For you were far away from me
Yes, so far away from where I lay
It was so very hard for me start
All alone to face this day
For usually I start it off with you
With the teasing games we play
And yet its so very hard to do
As I got ready to go to work
For I am always a part of you
But loneliness so close did lurk
Its tentacles did try to entrap me
Trying to place lonely doubts into my head
And it seems no matter how I tried this day
Deep inside of me they made their bed
For lost to my eyes was my morning sun
This cold day when I arose
And even Shakespeare could not capture my mood
In fine, sweet succulent lines of prose.
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