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Fictitious diary entry.
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Memories of a lovers kiss
While autumn turns the world to gold
Remind me of the lips I miss
Memories of a lovers kiss
What fool am I to dwell on t..
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Oh paper clip your curly bends
have saved me trouble to no ends.
You teensy-Weensy ace device,
you looped shaped beauty paper splice.
When I&rsquo..
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Pillar box red
Creosote brown
these are the colours
you’ll see in this town.
red brick dust,
comes down with the rain
Mr Fernánde..
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A few simple words
A kiss on the cheek
A heavy sigh
A quivering lip
The bravest of smiles
A tearful eye
A hug for a friend
A trembling ha..
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A cold winters day.
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Listen,
Listen,
There it is,
There it is,
There’s an echo,
There’s an echo,
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Hello,
Hel..
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T’was a blast from the past blew in that night.
I stood berated by the embers of yesteryears tongues,
solemn, serrated recants fumbled thro..
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Lately sleep evades me
my eyes they seldom close,
I wish they would shut out the night;
delight in sweet repose.
These dark wee hours hold nothing..
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When you hear it put that way, don’t it make you want to live?
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