You Cry I Cry
You Cry I Cry
You cry i cry
with sorrow and fear
for your voice i never
hear
You died when i was little
to little, to understand
that when
You Cry I Cry
You Cry I Cry
You Cry I Cry
You cry i cry
with sorrow and fear
for your voice i never
hear
You died when i was little
to little, to understand
that when
You Cry I Cry
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Dont Tell Me If Im Dead | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Dieing Never Dies | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Death Is Horrible | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Grandmom Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Death | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
You Cry I Cry | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
In Love? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Slowly Dieing | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
My Grandmom Ruth Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
So Theres This Boy... | 1 | 10/14/2009 |
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