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You walked through life with a laugh and little pause<\/p>\n\n\n\n
playing the darkness away on the tip of your tongue<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your perfume sliding over the crowd as your sound still swung, Making<\/p>\n\n\n\n
men stand tall, hands crazed, poised for applause<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ears trapped by this divine lung<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everytime you blinked, a new sunrise built high<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And every breath- a – pushing of the veil<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You didn’t know it was we who had failed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We bastards with our sighs<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It happened fast, a claiming of the past. She’d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
barely begun her start<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But, life takes those with the deepest souls, even this pure work of art. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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A quick poem about Patsy Cline. <\/p>\n