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I stood on the hill,
Standing cold and still,
The rain continued streaming,
Yet I was still dreaming,
When I had awoken,
I noticed my heart was broken,
But then I realized I was not sleeping,
I was weeping,
I heard a voice calling from a distance,
But it felt like I was no longer in existence,
I tried to answer back,
But a voice was something I happened to lack,
Soon my body began to fade,
And I started to turn a different shade,
All at once I was lost,
Never knowing what the cost,
I couldn't tell you what happened next,
Because I was gone and out of text,
I cannot tell you because I have no voice,
And now I know I have no choice,
I must tell you that this is the end,
And there is no more that I can send,
So now you know my story,
And that I did not die in my glory.
- by Fountaina Infel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/18/2008 |
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- Title: The hill?
- Artist: Fountaina Infel
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- Date: 07/18/2008
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