Sinatra Cabernet
He sang to me in silence
Behind closed doors and blind
His words spoke smoke of glass
Broken numb against my mind
Fallen deaf unto the pass, I called
And beneath betrothed in kind
My throat lump cries too heavy now
And woeful are these times.
Sorrow now, as sorrow heaves
True sorrow grieves—
He sang to me in silence.
Behind closed doors and blind.
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