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*-* There Ain't No Justice *-*
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-Poems & Memories-
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by Donna Ivins-Cobain
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Typed by Tal Meta
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I have some things I would like to share with the world in general.
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A lifetime ago, there was someone in my life who either saved me or
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scarred me beyond repair; this person was, of course, female.
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Of the many things we shared, the one thing I still have possession
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of is her poems. I would like to share her poems with you.
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So, without further ado, here they are.
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---------SAND CASTLES
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Early morning
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I built a castle in the sand
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by the sea.
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Then a wave came
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and washed it away.
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So I built another castle
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higher on the beach
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away from the waves.
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this one had a wall
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and a moat
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and a bridge.
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But then the tide changed
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and washed away my castle.
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So again I built
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this time high on the shore
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away from the tide.
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I built towers and walls
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with doors, windows and courtyards
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Then the wind
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picked up my castle
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and scattered it on the beach.
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So I went home
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and built another castle.
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Three days later
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it rained.
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I watched
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as my castle dissolved into the sand.
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Later
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I saw another castle
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in a store.
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So carefully constructed
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with all the things a castle needs
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all beautifully detailed
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and weatherproof.
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I almost bought the castle
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but then
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it would sit on a shelf
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and gather dust.
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So I went back to the beach
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and there I saw a little girl
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building a sand castle
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smiling contentedly.
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I wanted to tell her
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she was too close to the water
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a wave would soon come
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and wash away her castle.
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But I didn't
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for there was something in her smile
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peace, contentment
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perhaps the knowledge of what would happen
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to her masterpiece.
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Then she left
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and I watched
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as the waves came
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and washed away her castle.
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Her castle was gone.
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As mine were.
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But then I remembered
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castles built
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and castles destroyed.
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But mostly
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I remembered the little girl
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and her smile.
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----------LIFE
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The road of life may be long and rocky,
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it may wind between dark chasms and high cliffs,
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up between the crags where the bitter winds howl.
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Yet the path of life may lead through soft grass,
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over rolling hills and quiet meadows.
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By a gentle stream,
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filled with solace.
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----------AND THEN THE RAIN CAME
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Nothing;
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Nothing in the heavens above,
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nor in the earth below,
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wishes to move.
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Neither bird, nor beast,
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nor fish, nor plant,
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wants to move.
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Wants to grow, to think, to act, to breathe.
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People - walk slowly.
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Watching wvaes of steam,
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radiate off the pavement,
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blurring distant objects.
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Children, running,
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their scarlet faces shine brightly.
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Yet they run slow,
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as if they too carry a burden.
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The air -
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heavy and oppressive -
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hangs in space.
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A sticky vaccum of time,
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in which all are encompassed.
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A small, dark cloud appears.
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On the far horizon.
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It nears -
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gradually.
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A small gust of wind,
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a breath of fresh air.
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The cloud comes quickly,
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pushing back the stillness.
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Then, covering the sun,
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it envelopes all in a grey shroud.
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Made of finely woven feathers,
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and spider's web.
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The wind moves freely,
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the trees sway and bend,
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a dog barks, and children laugh,
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and then the rain came.
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-----------MY FRIEND
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Whenever I needed someone,
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he was there.
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When I was lonely,
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he would come to me.
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Whenever I called,
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he would come,
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leaving anything,
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to be with me.
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Whenever I called,
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he would come.
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Until one night,
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one dark November night.
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For once,
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he didn't answer my call.
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For once,
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he didn't come running.
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For once,
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he didn't hear me.
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He couldn't hear,
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couldn't see, couldn't run.
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He lay by the road,
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his chest torn open.
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And I cursed the sky,
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for what a car had done.
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-----------ANGEL
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Let me tell you a tale,
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of an angel that fell,
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by a dark and stormy gale,
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from heaven to hell.
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She fell in a trap,
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this trap called love.
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Doors closed with a snap,
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O'er the innocent dove.
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Now with her wings broken,
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and unable to fly,
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her heart was stolen,
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by a charming young guy.
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So simple was she,
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so enchanted by him,
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she knew not to flee,
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when he left her by whim.
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For those memories of hers,
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she kept close nearby,
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heightening the curse,
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of her life in the sky.
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Only a human he'd love,
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so become human she must.
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And this angel above,
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knew that man came from dust.
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So this little angel,
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knowing mortals aren't just,
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added some devil,
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human traits, and dust.
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That this dust was her death,
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she knew and was certain.
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But she held her breath,
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let life close, like a curtain.
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Now she no longer flew.
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She no longer could.
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Her wings clung with dew,
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her soul turned to wood.
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As Christ had died,
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hung from above,
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now she died,
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hung up on love.
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For when she added dust,
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she made a fatal mistake.
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An angel, she knew, must
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never, never partake.
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But she took it in,
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to become human, and fell.
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An angel in sin,
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now angel dust in hell.
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-----------THE HEART
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A heart cannot be stolen,
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nor can it be bound by chains.
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It is that which makes eyes swollen,
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and makes the sunshine from the rain.
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A heart must be given,
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not taken away.
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Or, like the rains that fall from heaven,
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love will come, then drain away.
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You can hold a heart,
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but its like holding the sea,
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you could never keep every part,
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for part you must let free.
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A heart can be broken,
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that much is true.
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Like a tiny glass token,
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cast from the blue.
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But a heart once given is given forever,
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to keep thee and guide thee through all thee endevours.
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----------IF
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If you were a fine mist,
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I'd live in a swamp,
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so that your gentleness would surround me.
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If you were stong winds,
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I'd climb each day to the tops of the highest crags,
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so that you could hold me tight.
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If you were a small keepsake,
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I'd place you in a locket hung 'round my neck,
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so that you would be close to my heart.
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But you're not a mist, nor wind, nor a keepsake.
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Nor can I keep you, nor make you stay.
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So all that I can do is ask you to be:
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My forever friend.
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Thats all the ones I could find. Perhaps one day, she'll read this file.
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But I wouldn't bet any money on it!
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