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Where will the stories be,in the years to come?Is it really up to us,the authors who love to spin a tale?Is it up to the artist,whose hand dances with..
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It's easy to forget.
You do belong here, after all.
at home,
at the lands,
at the sea,
on the sky.
But go out farther.
What do you see?
Many..
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The mind loves to dream...don't let it go into detail too much.
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Yeah...my mind loves to dream.
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I wish I could tell her.Tell her how much she means.To her friends, her family.To me.I wish I could tell herhow her quirky attitude,how her smile, her..
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Feelings inept, quiet.I lay quiet, solemn as the grave.My face frozen, stuck on the mirror.Emotions carry no honey anymore.The mind is empty, response..
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Being on the journey of my life,I wonder where the bounty is in all of it.The treasure my soul longed for,the gold my hands yearned to cradle,the plea..
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It's always like this.Something good, something bad.Every day, I walk a gray path.Miles long, toward the running horizon.Gray sands, gray sky.Gray, gr..
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Star bright, star light.Wish upon this soul tonight.Old men, young friends.Pray to make amends.Make it here, storeit there.The love from all your care..
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How many steps have I walked away from that?That thing which nearly consumed me?It was such a journey,such a battle,such a conflict.Now that I think o..
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