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Cellar
Crimson roses for loved ones,
Lay deadened on the floor,
Ancient love letters lay abandoned at the
Door.
Because my heart rests,
Dead in the cellar,
There was a lot of work for him to do,
Poor old feller.
He was broken and crushed,
And bleeding too,
With open wounds
As I cried to you.
But you did not care,
No you did not worry,
And with your apologies,
No you did not hurry.
Later they came,
As a tidal wave,
Drowning me when I least expected.
But it was too late to tell me,
Too late to tell her,
Because by then,
My heart was safely in the cellar.
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