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Centuries Old
would you cry for him today,
knowing there is no other way?
spinning, twirling, falling down
lying peacefully on the ground
childhood heros bring back memories
memories that won't fade for centuries
traveling along on a wind-swept road
making the way to your humble abode
words whisper softly on the wind
across my memory, that made me cringe
find a way to keep it here
maybe conversing with your magic mirror
have i yet to cry tonight?
or has he yet to lie tonight?
