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BY
JONATHAN AINSLEY BAIN |
| The Dawn Rose | 6
DECEMBER 2008 |
I
never had you really,
I never touched the moon; I'd love to love you clearly, But our love did never bloom; While my soul aches, the day breaks and the Dawn rose to soon. I only touched, you barely, In the morning, I missed you; I tried to hold, you near me, In our faded afternoon; As the dusk makes, the burnt earth quakes while the sky was long last blue. I hope to see you, really, In my dreams, I kiss you; The darkness envelopes me, While the starlight, is you; 10 years now past, I'm old and lost but our dead love, is true. The farewell, did linger, my bottom lip, bit blue; I missed your small finger, that's the last I saw, of you. Sweet remember, our burnt coal ember, from the dawn rose, this tune. Sweet remember, our burnt cold ember, from the dawn rose, this tune. |
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