The Sixty Year Search

By TheShyAssassin

Thu, 16 May 2019
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You still burn bright.
As I fight the cruel light which taunts me with fading.
We must find where to dance, My Love.
A dancehall,
Where every tune's your favourite,
And every beer is free.
We will always dance, My Love.
And when we dance, I will be happy at last.
And yesterday’s terrors will have no dominion.
Only the future will talk to us now.
And we’ll walk hand in hand through the life that we dreamed of.
Take showers in the rain.
And embrace what will come.
And give through our eyes all that love will allow.
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Submitted by Nolan on

Your typesetting ends up very small on my screen I can hardly read it. It's Ok. Good, but where does the "Sixty Year Search" come in? Are you telling of how terribly elusive happiness is? Or/and of the afterlife?

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