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My blues weren't meant for you
My agonys were mine to suffer
My woes were tales only I could recite
Return the clouds that carried them your way
Return them before the day breaks
Let it pour and drench me like it used to
Let them run down the hills, the vallleys , through the field of daffodils, and slowly into the river sweet and fine
They belong where I belong
They belong to the cold mornings and dull afternoons, where daffodils nod their heads and the rivers wave in tranquility
© Rhea
My agonys were mine to suffer
My woes were tales only I could recite
Return the clouds that carried them your way
Return them before the day breaks
Let it pour and drench me like it used to
Let them run down the hills, the vallleys , through the field of daffodils, and slowly into the river sweet and fine
They belong where I belong
They belong to the cold mornings and dull afternoons, where daffodils nod their heads and the rivers wave in tranquility
© Rhea
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