| "Just I"If anything has sustained
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| | with mine?
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| it is my memory of dreams
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| | Little capsules of memories......
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| that were not rescued.
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| | I open and pour them out
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| Dreams I held for you.If worlds can fall
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| | I sift through scattered remains
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| apart
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| | tender hearts
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| then so can I.I hear distant laughter
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| | memories
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| in each and every sign
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| | breathing
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| For I have resigned myself
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| | eyes of laughter
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| to let the vision step by.And now
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| | turned pale.______________________"Your
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| unnoticed
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| | Sorrow"For all this time
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| but still expressed
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| | will it suffice
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| by sighs.If small things seem neglected
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| | the mud on the ice
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| by passers by
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| | covering whatever tunnels are left
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| closed boxes
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| | to hide in?
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| with assorted ribbons
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| | You're weaker than I thought.
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| no one will ever know
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| | Your thoughts enclosed me
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| not even you
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| | 'til I finally noticed
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| just
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| | the shade of your sorrow.
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| I.-----------------------"Tenderness"Is
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| | Ahhh
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| there rain for flowersin your tenderness?
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| | it is only mud on the
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| Are there little boats to floatin my
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| | ice.-------------------------------------
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| pond?
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| | -"Coldest Night"He said it was an
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| And water to trickle through little
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| | instinct
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| drawn lines
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| | the mirror on his face
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| on the sidewalk?
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| | and then he led me through hallways
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| The heat beats on my heavy on my back
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| | of children
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| and turns my disconnected mutterings
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| | misplaced.
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| into worlds outside my spaces.
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| | Take your pick
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| I only wish that you
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| | of any that you see
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| could imagine them
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| | They're all here on display.
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| too.-------------------------------------
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| | Then seething through a noose
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| ----------"Pale"When did your laughter
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| | he held up to my eyes
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| become so vacant?
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| | my mind he held in place
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| When did your eyes turn so pale?
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| | and he said
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| When did your breathing cease to mingle
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| | are you surprised?
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