A singular candle would burn bright against the blackened heart which consumed. Acts of animosity kept us ensnared, what we had been certain of, what was our doom. Freedom was a sound, a whisper, an utter, kept in the backs of our minds, a sure murder. When once we conversed freely, lost in idle ideas, is now only a murmur. Oppression came like a
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tell me you wrote than sean! say its so...it needs to be a song. but, maybe not cuz its a bit wordy..but still, i love it. and i guessed it was about Auschwitz before it said Aushchwitz...kels and i wrote a song about it FOREVER ago after we went to the holocaust museum, but it wasnt very good cuz it was the first song we ever wrote on piano..it was ONLY played with the left hand..just cords..and it changed key from verse to chorus. (hah) that was back in the day when we only had kelsey's little silver keyboard from the early 80's so it only had 80's sounds on it...and yeah, we were poor. but now we both have REAL pianos and its all good. ANYWAY, im copy-pasting that poem so i can have it..and read it to kelsey. thankyou.
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Oh, I remember that song...
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