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Dec 2013
She turned heads in the street,
They fell at her feet
life it was so bittersweet
He saw her at the station
Makin love to all the nation
She made him her Salvation

They fled to the coast
They boarded a boat
They were Running to hope
A new life and a new land
Dreams that were grande
She was his firebrand

Rosalind
Where will she go
When the hot north wind blows?
If the fire of hell's within you
Where can you run to?

Packing cases and teacups
Babies, friends and meet ups
All sweetness and secrets
Their past left behind
Their life as they designed
Their future enshrined

But when the cracks start to show
And when hopes start to blow
And night seeps in to the afterglow
They fight like thunder
Their Dreams ripped asunder
Their lives start to rupture

They each took a lover
They made each other suffer
Their love began to wither
She was tormented by grief
Life became a thief
But, him she couldn't leave
RL Smith
Written by
RL Smith  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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