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Alone The vineyard are cold The fields dry I will starve this year I will tirst. When I awoke I I thought I saw you It was mearly a dream Created by me to keep you The sileent words Never spoken The too many words Spoken by me... Now I am ony left with thoughts. I bore everything to you Gave you all I had All I could give you and more When I asked you All you said was "I don't know" |