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By spirial Date: 2004 Oct 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.29.05.53.28972]] |
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Work over now Half a world away And I I Soft winds stir the grasses Glimmers shades of green so very fresh Trilling laughter graces my ears And a smile that blesses the sun it meets Pon an upturned face Face And I find I ache Deep within a hollow empty... Here where my heart would be Would be... Quieter times my heart would be Here... In this hollow what aches so deep... |