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It was in the winter you left Leaving my heart frigid and alone And no amount of evil theft Could steal back your lovely soul The demons down under the earth Arose and bore you away from me Your loss could not be measured in it's girth For nothing could contain it, not even the sea And there I stood, shivering Jack Frost would soon consume My unprotected skin, left withering From it, blood would seep; a flume And then came the spring A time of warmth and rebirth Joy, excitement, hands trembling The sight of a whole new earth None of it could resurrect My darling, my life, my love My beautiful effect The warm hand to my glove And now I approach the summer Walking alone through new sun And then it hits me, a true ****** Perhaps to escape, I must run So through the fire I persevere My lover gone and my will in ruin Summer is long, hot, and severe But my heart keeps its glue in At last at ease, Alone and content In the warm September grass I lease My joyful soul with nothing to lament.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
You Left
It was in the winter you left Leaving my heart frigid and alone And no amount of evil theft Could steal back your lovely soul The demons down under the earth Arose and bore you away from me Your loss could not be measured in it's girth For nothing could contain it, not even the sea And there I stood, shivering Jack Frost would soon consume My unprotected skin, left withering From it, blood would seep; a flume And then came the spring A time of warmth and rebirth Joy, excitement, hands trembling The sight of a whole new earth None of it could resurrect My darling, my life, my love My beautiful effect The warm hand to my glove And now I approach the summer Walking alone through new sun And then it hits me, a true ****** Perhaps to escape, I must run So through the fire I persevere My lover gone and my will in ruin Summer is long, hot, and severe But my heart keeps its glue in At last at ease, Alone and content In the warm September grass I lease My joyful soul with nothing to lament.
jamie-moore
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
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