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The Singers Of The Green Are Lost
Mornings song has softly came
And washed way the twilights reign
The Queen of Dawn arises to walk the land again.
The singers of the green are lost
As Autumn wind turns winter frost
I await the girl I love the most
Yet no chance is there to dance these days
No rhythm in the songs she plays.
I was born into a pool of tears
I was born the rainbow of an oil slick
Drowning slowly suffocating
I was born to swim within a world
Unknown to solar kiss.
There's chaos outside my window,
The dogs of my street are fighting,
Small animals playing at territorial warfare
poem
by
David Lacey
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