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In the Sorrow of Your Arms
In the Sorrow of Your Arms
Plans are made
To be broken,
And no charms
Can break
That spell.
Our destiny
May be a token
Of those
Dreams
We know so well.
There
In the sorrow
Of your arms
I still can
Hear them tell,
Every thing
We thought
We knew
In the end
Unwound,
And at last
Oh so so fast
Became....
The echo
Of our sound.
Plans are made
To be broken,
And no charms
Can break
That spell.
Our destiny
May be a token
Of those
Dreams
We know so well.
There
In the sorrow
Of your arms
I still can
Hear them tell,
Every thing
We thought
We knew
In the end
Unwound,
And at last
Oh so so fast
Became....
The echo
Of our sound.
Published 18th Oct 2021
Author's Note
Music is often a trigger....
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