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What Wasn't Said
now that the leaves
around the meadow
are brown, I may sorrow
for the boy who only plays
in the shadow
of lost dreams
now that the fountain
in the courtyard dried up,
and my body can't climb the mountain,
I can tear for the boy who only
plays in the shadow
of lost dreams
now that I eat behind a beard,
and the wind against the glass
no longer bothers me,
I can cry for the boy who
plays in the shadow of lost dreams
now that the monsters
are quiet,
and the jester
lost his crown,
I no longer hear
his giggles against the carpet of night,
and I can miss him,
for my dreams are no longer dark.
-Scott
around the meadow
are brown, I may sorrow
for the boy who only plays
in the shadow
of lost dreams
now that the fountain
in the courtyard dried up,
and my body can't climb the mountain,
I can tear for the boy who only
plays in the shadow
of lost dreams
now that I eat behind a beard,
and the wind against the glass
no longer bothers me,
I can cry for the boy who
plays in the shadow of lost dreams
now that the monsters
are quiet,
and the jester
lost his crown,
I no longer hear
his giggles against the carpet of night,
and I can miss him,
for my dreams are no longer dark.
-Scott
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