In the spring of my life
I stood to please
shaking life from every vein...
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Brown eyes that dance in the evening light
Frustrated love like moths light
Among a mother that could not see..
Thesong of flutterby, or daisy.
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What do you want me to say?
That I blessed the sacred act of murder?
That for you last garden?
You planted a seed of satanic curd?
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Mom,
There is so much I owe you
much overdue I'm sure
but this is my deepest tribute my memories alive and pure.
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