Let Me Pretend
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Mark Heathcote
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Still, waters, moon-reflected
Let me swim through you
And drown my sins in their sorrow
In their darkness, I have swum
Owning nothing to who I really- am.
In their marshes, I've mud-sunken
Clawings on some distant shores
Wolven, I have fed howling
Wishing I, too, were slain, dead
But this life hasn't any still-waters.
There aren't any clear pictures
One can trust - with your life
But the moonlight here is serene
In this tranquil water
Let me dream - let me pretend.
I have but one friend.
Bu şiiri puanla
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