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Not much has changed It hasn’t been that long The Lilac Tree remembers It’s inner self still strong. The night that he had disappeared When the tree started to sway. The moon and stars as witness Verified by the Milky Way. Now the blossom sings out Plays to another tune. The blossom’s turned to blues And recaptured its perfume. no regrets, none on my part Why should there be? I prefer pink to the blue It goes with my eyes you see. But my eyes have new tears And they roll down my face They remember the hurt Connected with this place. And the Lilac feels the pain Its twigs reaching my soul I turn and look one last time Remembering has took its toll
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
Back Beneath The Lilac Tree
Not much has changed It hasn’t been that long The Lilac Tree remembers It’s inner self still strong. The night that he had disappeared When the tree started to sway. The moon and stars as witness Verified by the Milky Way. Now the blossom sings out Plays to another tune. The blossom’s turned to blues And recaptured its perfume. no regrets, none on my part Why should there be? I prefer pink to the blue It goes with my eyes you see. But my eyes have new tears And they roll down my face They remember the hurt Connected with this place. And the Lilac feels the pain Its twigs reaching my soul I turn and look one last time Remembering has took its toll
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cheryl-love
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
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