Critical Analysis #1 |
bring me out 2 poems |
rene Member
since 2000-04-24
Posts 113 |
bring me out of this forest where I am bleeding I am lost yet you are still receeding Oh tell me of this hidden town where trees bear gold I know this dream I've already been told Show me where all secrets lie and trees crowd in to gaurd the night bring me out of this forest where I am bleeding I am lost yet you are still receeding 2 Wicked hands washed in sin Let them take you In [This message has been edited by rene (edited 06-18-2000).] |
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