alan brown Biography

Our darkest day was approaching
as we looked outside in ore.
The garden was overgrowing
and we could see the path no more.
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The sound of the morning
whispered clearly in my ear
as the nightingale sang it's melodic song.
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The day started evenly
with no one to avail.
As the train was running steady
rattling over every rail.
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Our hearts beat in unison
the rhythms of our life
sometimes calm and slow at beat
but sometimes fast and full of fright
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The song it lingered in my mind
a song I'd heard before.
It taunted me and beguiled me
as I knew I knew it more.
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