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| Sad end to come I’d reach, if Love grew cool I wonder who she cried for when alone Or where she lived and who could make her laugh Or never did, and that was Life’s big gaff -- A sorrow upon Sadness’ darkest rhone An enveloping blackness spinning down Would pull me to Eternity’s white frown My leap from height’s too great would be the tool No shove nor glass was seen from where she flew For Death had not the face to earn her fright Sometimes it only takes an evening’s call To save a Love before their final fall (touched by WickedEve's forum on abused women) A woman fell near City Hall last night Whose solemn face was known by none we knew |
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