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This is dedicated to a friend of mine. May she find happiness in this life and the next. |
| I hold in secret a pained heart's hollow I took it with chagrin and received nails to swallow Where sparrows cry and willows weep Her flooded eyes have drowned rivers deep She whispers tragic and her song lies bleeding "Walk quickly past it, ignore the pleading." "It will be sung out and wrung out 'til earth turns gray, When dirt is ash and the sun no longer harbors day." A mournful note, a cry heard tired Without a tune, a spark, nor fire This to every soul who hears it, "Listless, meaningless, no point to revere it." But I have in safe holding the nails I've been given I know this melody, to it I have well listened I've memorized it, mapped it, played it again and over My heart sings along to this, so painfully beautiful Music I have heard a thousand and then In my heart it has been inscribed with a molten metal pen 'She Did Not Love In Vain' |