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there was a color blind man by the name of Red
You surrounded romance
with abondoned sentences
fresh off a sinking ship,
to watch the fragments
embrace the dark river of ink
you stood there and laughed-
I'm not sure if it was at them or me.
And now you're married
purging the poison from the berry.
How clever of you.
A friend in need needs friend indeed,
so I'll wait for you at the square.
A fair lover would advise you to take cover.
You won't find any comfort there.
You surrendered romance
with silent sentences
muted with fading delight,
gone away like a tall shadow at noonday
a fair echo that my ears still hear.
And I'm still not married,
the poison swallowed the berry.
A sad sentence indeed.
If this is all some waking dream,
then I can manipulate the scenes.
I shall be yours,
you will be my bride.
Be sure to wake me
before someone twists the knife.
My saddest dream
that you won't sing my song
you will forget my name
before too long
