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My Music Man

I sit and cry, here all alone

my head only filled with thoughts of bones

I feel so dead, like rotten fish

to feel alive is my only wish

but then there out of the blue

a window appears and leads to you

my music man, the love of my life

the one that comes to me in my strife

i push back the shudders, and step on the pane

leave my dirty world, where it has begun to rain

i step into a bright forest, where fairies surely live

then into my music man's arms to get a hug he wants to give

he wraps me in song, and ties me up with a bow

then sings a lovely verse about a lonely old crow

My eyes are open for the very first time

and all these words come to me, but in rhyme

I can taste the breeze instead of feeling it

smell the birds like a fire that's been lit

touch the noises like you would a child

this isn't scary and it isn't wild

my music man has opened more than my eyes

he's opened my world and i won't ever cry

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sorry grammar and me don't quite mix. The thoughts filled with bones lines represents thoughts of death. I'll fix my grammar


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