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The rhythm of love Where the river of dreams meets the tide of despair Across the creek of commotion and lost love affairs Where broken hearts drown in the tears of neglect And the bells of betrayal toll for those who'll be next
Where the long lonely nights tick by ever so slow Where the pain love inflicted bars sleep from the door Where the cheated all go for some rest and respite To a place called Delusion where hope thrives on lies
Where a lie is a good as the truth any day On the nights when you know love is fading away Can't be helped I suppose it's the way that we're made She didn't come home guess she must be delayed
The rhythm of love runs fast and runs slow Can't say which is which 'til he doesn't come home 'Til the house is so quiet you can hear a pin drop
And a note in the post say's it's over – full stop
© Joseph G Dawson
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