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The Lost Sting Of My Heart
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Feb 16th, 2006 - 04:47:37 |
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Come hither dearest brother
For the pains strike me harder
Its death, Im sure; but only a string can save
Long lost but much thought, only short time to save
My heart blows, it leaks for it cant lonely stand up
Cos its stolen and smashed, though well picked up
Where then is this string which cant yet be worn
Its lost, I know but my heart cant stand as one
You call it gibberish but that string pulls and counts
Not death, but love which was kicked in the pants
Sit and listen for close is death borne ere
But this string pulls me hither, daring the calls of there
Lapsing see her, the flame comes against my knack
Cant I die without this string, the angels drive me back
Get the string and die or get strung and live, they say
For you cant see God without complete tunes they say
For more than nine, the months counted
Great changes in me effected
On the tenth month, I came too bad, its over
State my crime I wailed in sorrowful tone lower
Dejected, I went home, what can a poor boy do
Yet for two years, that string still march on no
Sleeping, I see but that always end in dream
Slowly waking, I see myself in a tear-filled stream
Its love, I know but how can this not pass like river
How can I get it without living death forever. "
-Tonimario.
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