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The Final Hoorah
As I sit
Drunk with emotion
The thought of losing you unbearable
Even to the point of well deserved tears
That I once forced back
But today
And tomorow
And the day after that
I lose a good teacher
A great friend
I struggle to find that moment of silence
A moment of my time
But I'm not quite ready to give it up
Drunk with emotion
The thought of losing you unbearable
Even to the point of well deserved tears
That I once forced back
But today
And tomorow
And the day after that
I lose a good teacher
A great friend
I struggle to find that moment of silence
A moment of my time
But I'm not quite ready to give it up
Published 12th Mar 2011
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24th Mar 2011 10:24am
Anonymous
11th Jun 2011 4:43am
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12th Jun 2011 6:39pm
compact meaning.
I do not think you need a muse, the inspiration is right there...
I do not think you need a muse, the inspiration is right there...
