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My Back To The Wood

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Barbaria1 said:
My back to the wood
I struggle no more
Nailed and dying
An autumn leaf
Waiting to fall
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"Autumn Leaves"

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold

I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold

Since you passed away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song

But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
 
Repertor said:
"Autumn Leaves"

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold

I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold

Since you passed away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song

But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
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Thanks Repertor. Very appropriate. :)
 
Now Barb, that tortured soul, is waxing poetic as she is crucified. Who knew that the cross would serve as such a source of emotion?
 
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