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The Knife
The knife cannot speak
Nor move
It can only hear and watch
And this Knife has seen
So much
It has seen spears, trees, and
There daughter,
Her blood,
And her tears.
The blue handle
Was the last thing she held
That Grey ridgid blade
Was the last thing she felt
And now the blue handle
Is stained blood red
That Grey ridgid blade is now
stained blood red
Like her hair
Her shirt
And the hard wood floor
That she took her last breath on
And on the day of her funeral
Even the blue handled knife
With the grey ridgid blade
That is now stained blood red
She'd a sad sad tears
That is the story of the knife
That broke a family
Nor move
It can only hear and watch
And this Knife has seen
So much
It has seen spears, trees, and
There daughter,
Her blood,
And her tears.
The blue handle
Was the last thing she held
That Grey ridgid blade
Was the last thing she felt
And now the blue handle
Is stained blood red
That Grey ridgid blade is now
stained blood red
Like her hair
Her shirt
And the hard wood floor
That she took her last breath on
And on the day of her funeral
Even the blue handled knife
With the grey ridgid blade
That is now stained blood red
She'd a sad sad tears
That is the story of the knife
That broke a family
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