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In this quiet world,nothing will ever let us stopbut the end.and when I look back and see,the past, it catches up to meand see,I felt you looking back..
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I feel I've wasted all timeherein the broken rivers,streaming withwhiskey and loose hand grenades,waiting,to be dropped, but I willtell it to you now:..
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I can feel these words from the page as they melt,dripping sorrow and take fortune from the painwhile the moon starts to smile,grinning all the simple..
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I look. To see.a tragedy.it's creeping onthis aching me.He sees the signs,so pure, definedI find it and still call before--I shut you down.get my numb..
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I touch to tone fresh lips,sustained in fresh wheat hay,bestowed by thouwho calleth secondto turn the clock handstwice.your supple dreams,how they end..
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The sun will rise when the waves set,and birds will pass at dawnwhen the moon has wept, so sovereign,that the bible had its call.three words, do I aba..
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How crooked the lips,so painted on the mounted frame,how they glare at mein shame.ritzy corridorsfilled with laughter and candleskneel beside me on ca..
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the picket fence outside the dooris lined in golden rings.Ones of copper, silver, and brass beginningsturned to such colors in the rain.and in this pl..
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Lay down her bodyby the moonlight at her side;to let her listen to light lilacsas they fall and crackand die.she lays limply by the cold ones,catching..
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two feet.10 fingers;and a mind full ofhunger.I grasp the handle of your home,you welcome me with open eyes,cries and bashful days.let me in when the s..
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