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Jun 27, 2005 14:57


There is no title for this work. I wrote it about a year ago. It does not originate from a personal experience but I like it.



You're trying me way too much. I go off at the smallest thing. Where is that gentle touch-- the one that would push me as I swang...high in the oh stormy sky?

Where is my love? You have taken him from me? Where is my love? The world has taken him; can't you see?

I've been searching but coming up empty. Spending all my time pondering where he could be. And I miss him; and I need him; and love him like I know he loves me too. Bring him back to me now or I'll have to leap.

Where is my love? You have taken him from me? Where is my love? The world has taken him; can't you see?

Where is my love? You have taken him from me? Where is my love? The world has taken him; can't you see?

Creeping in my mind is the suspicion that I am blind and I can't see he has left me. Maybe I just don't want to believe.

Where is my love? You have taken him from me? Where is my love? The world has taken him; can't you see?

Creeping in my mind is the suspicion that I am blind and I can't see he has left me. Maybe I just don't want to believe.

Where is my love? You have taken him from me? Where is my love? The world has taken him; can't you see?

Creeping in my mind is the suspicion that I am blind and I can't see he has left me. Maybe I just don't want to believe.
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