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About This Poem
Market Place
When I am a afraid
I close my eyes
I hear a sweet symphony
A thousand music tunes
All at once coming through
Young girl in the market
Yes, that's me , all alone
Eyes all full of mystery
As I sing away the loneliness
They say the most awful things
But I hear violins when I close my eyes
As I fly off to the center of my sun
So I cannot be hurt by anything
This wicked world as done
Young boy in the market place
He's taken by the men
As he wakes, can't remember anything
They break the most beautiful things
But I hear violins when I shut my eyes
And fly off to the center of the sun
So I cannot be hurt by anything
This wicked world has done
As I look into your eyes
I'm at the center of my sun
The boy in the market place
Sees the girl all alone
Have you lost your way home?
I look up, I hear his voice singing.
I hear sweet symphonies in his words.
As I look into his eyes
I'm at the center of my sun
And I cannot be hurt by anything
Of what this wicked world has done!
11 12 2012 10pm Monday
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