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Singing for the Soul, Singing for
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January 2016 Singing for the Soul, Singing for
The sleeping ....single-és.
Prepare, the ......toast.
I'm about, to sing.....my song...
once, more.
Haunting, mournful, lullabies !
Of, lost loves, sung ......by death.
Sweet words, in a foreign, tongue.
That fills the night, echoing,..... in trees.
Trashing, empty corridors, within.
The mind.
To leave a golden trail.
Forgive me, my trespass .
Lest those, tress pas agonist, fail !
Like rats.......lest I forget.
Give me
My daily bread.
Giajl © Jim Love
