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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What was the reason we sat upon the golden moon? Here in my heart I know the motion wasn’t sand less dune. Now I still hear the chiming of that distant brass bell. Ringing in that soft sad melancholy tone called hell. The water falls into my hand, Like the tickling of the pounding sand. Stinging me with its touch, But clinging like a cripple to a crutch. Never leaving my skin, Such a grassless barren land of sin. Oh such endurance I can not find to win. Hear the bell chime louder upon the hour again. Now the golden moon has sent us a golden shower. For the whisper of the chime must remain. Such a yellow softness has made mad men sane. Screaming, crying out their fear… Eco..eco do you hear? This is a tune of yester year. Was it all in my mind? Search and you will never find. What was the reason I do not know. Now he is gown what have you to show? The baby is crying louder, louder, in the night. The eagle broke its wing in a soaring flight. What was the name of my thoughtless man? Reach for your soul cause no one else can. You have washed up upon the ocean shore. Now the golden moon is no more. When they come with their dogs searching at dawns first light, There will be a lifeless you who once shivered with a fright. Mud a crusty cake in your hair. You were trapped in a golden snare. To this river I thee wed. You had to jump, and now you’re dead.
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