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Dec 2016
Oh, there is a dark music
that plays within my soul
that is darker that the blackest night
like a song for the dead.
Oh, when I despairΒ Β 
for a love that lives
deep within your heart
it seems as though
all the world has died
and all that is left
is but a hollow shell
that lives in a dread eternal night.
Oh, how I long
for your soft fingers upon my face
and the love of your life giving arms
and oh how I wish
for my heart to play a happy song.
Oh, a happy song
for the love
that grows for me
in your lovely beating heart.
Oh, how my life is devoid
of all its meaning
when there is a mystery
and doubts cloud my mind.
Oh, those dark doubts
for all those things
that have come to live within your heart
and the mystery of your soul.
Oh, how I wonder
if you love me still
or if you no longer dream of me
or if I am a thing long forgotten.
Oh, my heart grows ever fonder
when I consider all the memories
of you that play within my mind
and my soul is wed to you forever.
Oh, how it is forged made of flame.
Oh, made of such a love
with such depths I cannot measure.
Oh, wrap me once again
in your warm and soft loving arms
and let us dance our dance of love
till the mountains have all worn down
and the sky has spun its way into eternity.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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