Good Friday came around
Unlucky in the past:
A dead dog, a missing cat,
Now this year I hear you've passed.
First time I saw you, I cried
We did not speak
The sundogs were burning the
Early autumn sky
And there was no earthly need -
All the dark days of decades past
It was all said back then,
All learned by rote
You wrote in my soul
Pulled me through darkness
I conjured an image,
You played the right notes.
Apr 9, 2024
Apr 9, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC
Good Friday came around
Unlucky in the past:
A dead dog, a missing cat,
Now this year I hear you've passed.
First time I saw you, I cried
We did not speak
The sundogs were burning the
Early autumn sky
And there was no earthly need -
All the dark days of decades past
It was all said back then,
All learned by rote
You wrote in my soul
Pulled me through darkness
I conjured an image,
You played the right notes.
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