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alone from heartache to heartache we stand
togetherness is all we’ll soon forget caught between heaven and hell red roses wilt, but leave the thorns togetherness is what we’ll soon forget out on the streets again, we wonder why red roses wilt, but leave the thorns that lonesome whistle calls us away again out on the streets again, we wonder why packed in a suitcase, we’ve no where to go that lonesome whistle calls us away again but still my love, I’m chained to your side packed in a suitcase, we’ve no where to go your sweet face haunts my sleepless nights but still my love, I’m chained to your side why did you turn me away from that glorious us? your sweet face haunts my sleepless nights like those damning pictures hung in the shadows why did you turn me away from that glorious us? I can’t go on wandering this path alone like those damning pictures hung in the shadows will I find my own way out of this darkness? I can’t go on wandering this path alone I need the light of your eyes to guide me will I find my own way out of this darkness? out of the torment of this unwelcome solitude? I need the light of your eyes to guide me to let love break my heart, just once more out of the torment of this unwelcome solitude caught between heaven and hell to let love break my heart, just once more alone from heartache to heartache we stand from heartache to heartache [2007.22.4…b] Written in the Pantoum form Author’s Note: (Submitted to KansasPoet’s Contest Musical Inspiration Contest) Used the following prompts: find my own way out packed in a suitcase caught between heaven and that lonesome whistle heartache to heartache we stand I’m chained to your side you turn me away
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