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#6 1986
I search for love
Lost found and anew
In search of a someone
to hold so true
I search through a meadow
of flowers so many
I pass up the bright the blue
and the plenty
And sometimes I wonder
whilst day leads on to day
If it wasn't my searching
that lead me astray
So scared of unfaithfuls
so tricky so mean
So scared of old innocence
so boring and clean
Perhaps if I had slept more
and knocked down my walls
then let all these someones
browse through my cold halls
I wouldn't be here
alone and in fear
That as time leads on to dust
and my workings gather rust
That my heart won't find a home
So do I ponder all alone
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Comment:
This one sucks as well. It's embarrassing.
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