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A perfect thing A perfect thing I reached and held a perfect thing I looked away as it took wing And now I feel the angels swing A frozen tear on a broken string I had and lost the perfect thing We had our time in desert snow It melted when the hot winds blow Made sand from shining water fans Grew cactus flowers from barren lands This thing I had and now misplaced I looked away and saw my face Black diamond eyes hung in the air A fateful taxi took the fare I called I cried, the cold wind blew In cloudless skies a goodbye flew On broken wings it crashed and bled The sand soaked up the words unsaid I reached and held a perfect thing I looked away as it took wing And now I feel an angels swing A frozen tear on a broken string I had and lost the perfect thing I reached, it fell, I lost I cry Now staring at a moonless sky No mirrors now, no diamond face No cactus flowers, no heart to race I see you through the water now With light reflected on new snow Snow to water, clouds to tears Rock to sand and love to fear I reached and touched a perfect thing I looked away and it took wing And now I play my broken string The angels watch but do not sing I had and lost the perfect thing
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
Perfect Thing
A perfect thing A perfect thing I reached and held a perfect thing I looked away as it took wing And now I feel the angels swing A frozen tear on a broken string I had and lost the perfect thing We had our time in desert snow It melted when the hot winds blow Made sand from shining water fans Grew cactus flowers from barren lands This thing I had and now misplaced I looked away and saw my face Black diamond eyes hung in the air A fateful taxi took the fare I called I cried, the cold wind blew In cloudless skies a goodbye flew On broken wings it crashed and bled The sand soaked up the words unsaid I reached and held a perfect thing I looked away as it took wing And now I feel an angels swing A frozen tear on a broken string I had and lost the perfect thing I reached, it fell, I lost I cry Now staring at a moonless sky No mirrors now, no diamond face No cactus flowers, no heart to race I see you through the water now With light reflected on new snow Snow to water, clouds to tears Rock to sand and love to fear I reached and touched a perfect thing I looked away and it took wing And now I play my broken string The angels watch but do not sing I had and lost the perfect thing
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ParkWarne
66/M/Malaysia
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
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