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By Zero #1 Date: 2001 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.09.23.07.30800]] |
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She wore a nightgown, that seems to be all that I remember... Like the smiling of her face, was the coming of September, The Perfume that she was clad in, although reminded me of spring, Her scarlet hair and green leaf eyes, showed that times were changing, That nightgown of solid black, was all around my eyes, Yet it's as if I could see her still, and reality was all that was lies, Beautiful she remained though, until the end of my days, When the wind blew and the rain fell, without her nightgown embrace. |