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A Lullaby
My mind, a dreary riddle
flowing through the dark of night,
Speaks to itself in verse
And insists upon reply.
The words fall from my lips
To brush my lonely ears
And I sing my self to sleep
With words that drown the fear.
flowing through the dark of night,
Speaks to itself in verse
And insists upon reply.
The words fall from my lips
To brush my lonely ears
And I sing my self to sleep
With words that drown the fear.
Published 3rd Feb 2014
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3rd Feb 2014 4:42am
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3rd Feb 2014 4:55am
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3rd Feb 2014 12:44pm
3rd Feb 2014 7:02pm
Thank you, sometimes little rhymes like these just kind of pop into my head. Not all of them get written down, there's no telling how many I've lost.
