All No More by Amanda J CobbNo more will I write of love or trust or pleasure - All are strangers now.
No more will my songs sing of joy or dreams or light - All are unknown now.
No more will I rhyme in words all filled with meaning - All are empty now.
No more will I gaze on this world of imposters, all who act in vain. 05/28/2000 Posted on 09/22/2001 Copyright © 2024 Amanda J Cobb
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