The beginning, the end- those I remember
But the stuffing of our love- that ,I ripped like plunder
From the shrub strewn marsh of my memory, it is all gone .
O that barren seeds had never, ever been sown
The past is like a shattered glass-
irreplaceable, unfixable, dangerous...
On it I drew your face and drew all things
That I hoped would forever last.
But the stuffing of our love- that ,I ripped like plunder
From the shrub strewn marsh of my memory, it is all gone .
O that barren seeds had never, ever been sown
The past is like a shattered glass-
irreplaceable, unfixable, dangerous...
On it I drew your face and drew all things
That I hoped would forever last.
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