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Description
The depths of the ocean
Lay befallen in his eyes
His days bore on in lazy sighs..
All twisted together by well formed lies.
And as he sits down to write
His thoughts will give him such a fright,
One that turns his days to night.
But how could such a thought exist
How could such a dreary thought exist
Inside the mans bent head
The mans heavy sorrowful head.
It can, says the man.
It can and will, forever still
Cloud the minds of young and old
Cloud them dark and midnight cold..
It's a fearful thing to believe
That such a thought should exist
As love.

Description
The depths of the ocean
Lay befallen in his eyes
His days bore on in lazy sighs..
All twisted together by well formed lies.
And as he sits down to write
His thoughts will give him such a fright,
One that turns his days to night.
But how could such a thought exist
How could such a dreary thought exist
Inside the mans bent head
The mans heavy sorrowful head.
It can, says the man.
It can and will, forever still
Cloud the minds of young and old
Cloud them dark and midnight cold..
It's a fearful thing to believe
That such a thought should exist
As love.