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May 2013
O, woman why don't
You hear me
Listen, as i
Whisper your name
My cry is the nite
I need you to see
For me
This was never a game
These dream's
Just will not cease
Your eyes burn
Through my very soul
Can never find any release
Cause love is that
Which is never controlled
So I lie
Here to the darkness
The nite screams
She never was there
I need you to see
Nothing left for me
But for the woman
Who lived in my stare.              Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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