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A winter's day |
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In a deep and dark December; |
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I am alone, |
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Gazing from my window to the streets below |
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On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. |
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I am a rock, |
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I am an island. |
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I've built walls, |
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A fortress deep and mighty, |
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That none may penetrate. |
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I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. |
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It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. |
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I am a rock, |
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I am an island. |
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Don't talk of love, |
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But I've heard the words before; |
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It's sleeping in my memory. |
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I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. |
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If I never loved I never would have cried. |
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I am a rock, |
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I am an island. |
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I have my books |
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And my poetry to protect me; |
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I am shielded in my armor, |
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Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. |
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I touch no one and no one touches me. |
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I am a rock, |
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I am an island. |
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And a rock feels no pain; |
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And an island never cries. |
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by eric 2002 |