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Lie to Me
Lie to Me
When the halyard raps the empty staff
and the hurricane screams its rage,
and the water-mountains heave and crash
in their spume-flecked valleys chained,
and I look upon this wild expanse
shouting fury for my pleas,
and ask in dread “Do we stand a chance?”
Please, oh please take pity ….
…. lie to me.
When darkness infiltrates my being,
seeps silent t...
Saturday 10th November 2018 1:39 am
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