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Abracadabra
In my fiddle-faddle mind of a broken heart
there were moonbeams at the window once
and stars in Boston rocker chairs
as lights went out with fleeting wings
blowing out life's candle and then you were gone
with the potpourri incense of eternal love
but memories and shadows still sit at my window
in twilight dusk of sifted flowers, rising,
as I whisper, 'abracadabra'
there were moonbeams at the window once
and stars in Boston rocker chairs
as lights went out with fleeting wings
blowing out life's candle and then you were gone
with the potpourri incense of eternal love
but memories and shadows still sit at my window
in twilight dusk of sifted flowers, rising,
as I whisper, 'abracadabra'
Published 12th Dec 2021
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