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Wednesday, 25 November 2009


So long, fare thee well
The dancer & the dancing days have taken leave & fell
So turn down this bed of stone
Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that u belong
The long December rain is falling now
Running down on streets to no where
Music is my life you're my sweetest nightingale
But I cant hear it here no more
n I go
I go
Hush now, don't shake or break
Words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave
No matter what they do or say
Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face