A Price to Pay
Rain falls
the sky is black
the meadow seems so
gloomy
\To happy days
that I recall
of the meadows
finest bloomings
\We use to sing
we use to dance
we use to fly
over the meadow
\But we took the chance
of romance
and now I am a
widow.
the sky is black
the meadow seems so
gloomy
\To happy days
that I recall
of the meadows
finest bloomings
\We use to sing
we use to dance
we use to fly
over the meadow
\But we took the chance
of romance
and now I am a
widow.
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Poetry.com 3.5 out of 5 based on 2 votes.
I feel the pain , good stuff.
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A straight forward piece but there seems a mystery behind the words.
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