Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Tell Ol' Bill





Tell me straight out if you will,
Why must you torture me within?
Why must you come down from your high hill?
Throw my fate to the clouds and wind
Far away in a silent land
Secret thoughts are hard to bear.
Remember me, you'll understand:
Emotions we can never share.
You trampled on me as you passed,
Left the coldest kiss upon my brow.
All my doubts and fears are gone at last,
I've nothing more to tell you now.

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