Every word is a song
A song becomes a verse
Strings of my guitar
My darling I am cursed
Silhouettes painted
Azure blue sky flight
Streaming diamonds trail
Window into my night
Inside she is dancing
To an old fashioned waltz
Feels his arms around her
This ghost that keeps her warm
In death I am burdened
Heavy worn foolish heart
Trapped in my fading world
For want to never part
Tiny ballerina
Her wooden music box
Endlessly she will spin
Forever she is lost
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