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The Watchman

by FennaCapelle

I've made a world from fields and flowers And head the unforgiving call Behold the tears that found their rest Behold the love that found a soul I know the tunes, I've played them all I've torn the violin apart The song it died, I watched it fall Between the centuries of the heart Yet the world I loved seemed sweeter still The light was garish, the dark was gay I played the fool, I played with fire And let the ashes steal away I passed the watchman on his tower He rests and sighs and rests and fears He watches every passing hour For very soon the morning nears And as I stood, the time stood still He bows his head, he sighs and prays "Such was the longing that was mine Such were the authors of my days"
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