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Sep 2012
I gave my love a golden ring and gave my heart away as well the story of I now must tell.
What piercing love to which I fell,struck through the heart so fatal

I gave my love the inner self ,the one kept high up on the shelf and blew the gathered dust away. Struck through and through so fatal

In turn my darling gave to me a promise.
She gave an empty promise.

She handed me fragile vase with emptiness inside.a crystal lie so lovely but void of heart or soul.

I gave my love my sad goodbyes.
I gave my love the air.
Not fair I cried .
Not fair I cried. And withered deep inside.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
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