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An experiment in rhythm. A poem describing trying to forget a lost love. |
| If I cannot be with you, to my heart I'll be untrue, and weep; at, night. Cause everytime I see your face, I feel I'm drifting out in space, asleep; at, night. In my dreams you visit me, upon the shores of fantasy, I'll keep; you, near. But when I wake you're never there, and I get lost in hopes despair, for you; my, dear. So tonight I'll try forget your smile, if only for a little while, and weep; all, night. |