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Morning air dragging in sorrows from yesterday,hear me when I say the storm cleared late last night.Lay to rest the tears that rained over this valley..
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World of mine, where theydraw out of the lines.Fine me with a sentencethat was never mine to pay. Water dark as night, drown me outand ligh..
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Will you still remember me?
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Under the autumn wind,send the leaves to share a message.Colors, blend together,mend together these wounds infected. Leaves, whisper from far away..
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Where they sing their stories,into the atmosphere,you can hear the echoes play back,I'm near but far from the choir. The trees weep outside my b..
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Here, awaiting death,that is nowhere near this aging world.They steeraway at the face of death,persevere away, watching the world fade. The voi..
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To hell with their parade,let their worldfall, as we crave,the anger will cascade upon them,just as they fade. Their eyes will bet..
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Left behind, but not empty.
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In tears, she wrote.
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Pleas of agony for release from this world.
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