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I steal her hand, sit by her side A whispered tone, a swift goodbye I kiss her deep, and she is gone I feel too weak to be so strong I stand up straight, begin to shake I clench my knees to keep my shape I stand again, and am not sure That I can fight, or will endure I slowly turn the clockwork **** The old wood groans the more I **** My loved ones all sweep into view They act, but they all know the news A tiny figure takes my side She grips my leg, begins to cry I take her up, I kiss her head I let her cry till tears are dead I look down at my little girl I see my wife, emotions swirl My eyes go red, a heart torn deep But I have promises to keep And years to go before I weep And years to go before I weep
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Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 5:04 AM UTC
Promises, An imitation of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
I steal her hand, sit by her side A whispered tone, a swift goodbye I kiss her deep, and she is gone I feel too weak to be so strong I stand up straight, begin to shake I clench my knees to keep my shape I stand again, and am not sure That I can fight, or will endure I slowly turn the clockwork **** The old wood groans the more I **** My loved ones all sweep into view They act, but they all know the news A tiny figure takes my side She grips my leg, begins to cry I take her up, I kiss her head I let her cry till tears are dead I look down at my little girl I see my wife, emotions swirl My eyes go red, a heart torn deep But I have promises to keep And years to go before I weep And years to go before I weep
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Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 5:04 AM UTC
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