Monday, November 28, 2005

Requiem Eternam ...

Will no one bring her back?
Not in a dark, cold box
Where the hairs on her arms are still.
Will no one listen to her soft voice?
Will no one bring her sweet smile
On the wind back to me?
Jack Pudding sends her jewels
In a dark, cold box.
No one will bring her back
As I remember her.


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