The brook

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I sat by the brook

One lonely Sunday night

The wind was cold

I was feeling so old

I sat by the brook

I remembered all the lost loves

The one with the blond hair

The one with the black hair

The woman with the red hair

I was feeling so old

So when the wind started

I started crying

For all is lost

The brook is wide

It goes all the way

To the deep blue sea

I hope it takes my tears


So my sorrow


My pain

Of my broken heart

Can find an island in the sun

Where all there is

Is fun

Created: May 23, 2017


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