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I walk alone in these Damp,Dark and Ugly streets,
And I look over a bridge and pull away, As if to say. 'No,Not today'
And I run away in fright, Fighting a dreadful fight.
'Should I die tonight?'
And I run to the only place in my sight
Beneath that Broken Willow.
From Far away, It might seem Scary,
A Dark and dreary Place.
Thousands on crow roost on its branches.
And seem to look at me in a approving way,
And 'Caw' at a few to go away
So I sit down and say
This is my happy place.
- by RinaOfTheDead |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/15/2008 |
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- Title: Beneath The Broken Willow
- Artist: RinaOfTheDead
- Description: I was bored and there was a tree out side with thousands of crows in it, like there is everyday. ^^ so I decided what the heck GO FOR IT!
- Date: 10/15/2008
- Tags: beneath broken willow
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- Sandstorm_P14 - 10/16/2008
- I like the way you rhyme the words ^^
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