The highest notes ever,
As low as can be,
All mixed together and calling to me.
How can I not answer,
Their soft, their sad cries?
They're calling out so late in the night.
They ask me to help them,
To give them two things,
And then they will give,
A great gift to me.
Will I give them these things,
In exchange for my gift?
Yes, for it,
Is the greatest gift of all,
They will give me love,
And Shadow Song.
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Book of Poems
PoetryJust a book of some of my poems. Rosebud was my first poem ever. Other than that I don't know the order. *************************************************************************************
