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Of Sorry Eyes In March

Destiny marks your life
With a knowing finger
The act of desire
Has walked on by
And ancient sorrow
Limps from your eyes
It's just your tears
Left to eat

Flies lie dying
Oh your sorry lips
And on young loves
Broken wings
And the stone
That lets you drown
You are not worth
Stopping for

The Earth, with all
It's blessing
And the endless
Fathoms of night
Lay a raft of gold
For you

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