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By: David W. Clare The rain came and swept our time away Then, the day never came to dry my tears Now I fear I'll always be alone... Her telephone rings off the wall No one's there to answer my call The operator, she listens in... She's moved on... I walk in the dark, sleep on the floor Drive by her house, knock on her door... She's moved on... The cat box still remains outside, that old rack of fire logs is dripping wet... I bet she flew off to Spain in a witch hazel cloudy sky... At least I tried, but now I see... She's moved on... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
She's Moved On
By: David W. Clare The rain came and swept our time away Then, the day never came to dry my tears Now I fear I'll always be alone... Her telephone rings off the wall No one's there to answer my call The operator, she listens in... She's moved on... I walk in the dark, sleep on the floor Drive by her house, knock on her door... She's moved on... The cat box still remains outside, that old rack of fire logs is dripping wet... I bet she flew off to Spain in a witch hazel cloudy sky... At least I tried, but now I see... She's moved on... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
Film Noir Movie poetry based on old classic black & white Hollywood 1940s films... think Humphrey Bogart, etc...
#lost#lovedrama
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
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