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Evening Songs We Hardly Sang... Evening Songs we hardly sang Are no longer with me now. The rhythms have lost their way among the Silences I sleep with, and the subtle melody has sold its distinction for a pocket full of memories. This I remember, as we lay there in the coupled sweat of the damned and doomed, There was an Evening Song left unsung tapping outside our rain-soaked window. |
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