When Tragedy bore its wicked face,
The gods did shed a tear for grace.
When angels wings withered away,
She was lost from today.
Never another tear be shed.
Never another drop be bled.
Never again.
Never again.
When Tragedy bore its wicked face,
The gods did shed a tear for grace.
When angels wings withered away,
She was lost from today.
Never another tear be shed.
Never another drop be bled.
Never again.
Never again.
Last edited by monoxidedream; July 24th, 2005 at 11:07 AM
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You said, "The Cinders are falling like snow"
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter eleggies of savagry and eloquence.
Enjoi.
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You said, "The Cinders are falling like snow"
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter eleggies of savagry and eloquence.
nice poem i'm startin to write poetry well street poetry
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