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    A lone tear trickles down
        Proof of feelings deep inside
            Sadness woven into a gown
                Wrapped around a soul that died

                        Hands tremble upon the board
                               Not from cold but from the fear
                                    That comes from words we couldn't afford
                                        Said to another that is so dear

                                            What damage has there been done?
                                                Did we push more then we dared?
                                                    Did we mistakenly jump the gun?
                                                        Can it ever be repaired?

                                                            Mar 28, 2000
                                                                3:40 am

Last paragraph modifed Apr 11, 2000 3:01 pm

What damage has there been done?
Did we push more then we dared?
Did we mistakenly jump the gun?
Crying sadly, it can't be repaired.