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The piano plays

Softly

You whisper in my ear

Crying

Swinging from branch

To branch

I fall

Swiftly

From

Grace.



She told me

No

When I looked

In her

Eyes

I asked her

Please

And shook my

Head

Wasting my

Time

Trying to make her

Love

Me

Is a dead-end

Road

As I travel down it

Anyways

Because I think that

Maybe

My luck won’t turn out so

Bad

This

Time

In Hell.



September 3, 2003