Oh weeping horn and harp
You pull the tears from my eyes
Stored up and stowed away
Like caged lovers disappear
No sunshine, only clouds for days
No, years on end
And cracks that feed the creeping thoughts
That rip between the ends of time
Well paced well thought
Circular frozen moments behind glass
Motionless stare from beneath the ground
Stir the sound
Of timeless beauty
Classic tragedy
Oh no, not me, not this time
Not my beautiful horn in my harp of sorrow.
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