the sun shines over the golden hills,
I will never submit to your hardened will,
the music doth glistens, to the ears of all who listen,
Beware beware the water is cold the love I feel is yet to be told,
The moon it glows, I truly hope my pain doesn't show,
The water it runs and pours with glee, oh my dearest friends please don't flee,
the water pours and runs free,
Please do be careful, The water is cold and deadly at night,
for your protection i will vanish from sight.
Good night.
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Poems from beyond the grave...
PoetryMainly poetry. Some thoughts and maybe a few song lyrics that I write.
