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By wordley Date: 2003 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.11.13.02.1384]] |
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I see your sadness strung like icicles around your heart The winds of spiteful winter have closed you in The world of pain and suffering has opened its maw And has cruelly drawn you into its world of sin But I bring the sun to melt your icy prison, to be there And as sadness decreases in its stinging rays And those icicles melt from around your heart This thaw will last 'til the end of days For love has a heat nothing else can stand Save a pure and loving soul Can only be taken with a pure and loving mind And in you, its place made whole To Leah |