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Thats funny, she said with a smile,
its not that funny
We looked at each other with a sad
repose, as we looked away
It hurts me to hurt your feelings,
as tears wet the dry riverbed
Alone when I'm with you,
or so it seems
We hold hands and whistle
instead
The shrill ringing sound that echo's
throughout, my soft shoulder topper
is dead
The clang of the bell is all that I
hear
As I walk toward the left edge
Funny you say, that which you have said,
I listen to you mime the words
And hum to myself, as I often do
my sanity's kept to myself
A joke told to one, that one that is lone
I laugh and they wonder what of
A thing that was lost, can never be found,
I search just to have it to do
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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