He touched her when he shouldn’t have
Made her feel so very bad
He touched her and made her keep
A dirty secret
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Sometimes you strike the right chord
Sometimes you get the nuance
...
Because of you
I can find my way through the darkness
And know enough to follow the sound
That will lead me to a safer place
...
Behold me now
Before I vanish like a cloud
And fade into shadows of oblivion
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He was born
He lived
He suffered to write
He died
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He chooses his words with a careful hand
He shifts them slowly from palm to palm
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They still are leaves
They are brown leaves
Still hanging from a tree
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She wears her hair up high
like a dancer
Could she be one?
Her neck long and lovely
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