brian saling Poems

down from the branches fall the leaves,
a wanness comes on all the trees,
the summers done;
and into his last house in heaven,
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these tears i cry
i cannot hide
these walls know
i tried to lie
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In silent skies he does fly
onward moving fast and high
where he goes in darkest nights
moving quickly to seek and find
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With stabs in my back
i grow weary
crimson tears of betrayal.
lies are deadly
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