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The Magic of Sadness

The magic of sadness
When skin rots away
There is little flesh left
But there’s a brain, I do say
Welling in that brain
is the silence of tears
For there’s an abundance of sadness
that’s gathered through the years
No pill can erase
my blank-faced stare
But a girl who has fallen
can still be caught in mid-air
The magic of sadness
God knows I’ve ‘let it be’
But it’s been for far too long
And my brain is weary
A victim of myself, I’ve done myself wrong
The time has come, I’m sincerely
searching for a finch’s song



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