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Made from an old dogwood tree, betrayed for all the world to see. With three nails upon the cross, Satan bows his head emboss.
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To be at the sight of all beauty and grace, and seek guidance in your glorious place. To be still and in awe of you, and to know you made me new.
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To bear witness to the beauty above, to know it's everything one could love. With the sights of the twinkling lights, hiding their days, not their nig..
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I've searched this morbid night, longing for this love's delight, behind this nameless emotion, in search for my soul's devotion.
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The star in the sky, is evermore so bright. It'll never fade away, as it fills the sky with light. It's something to reach for, when you're awake or a..
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Remembrance of a child, born tender and mild, not an age past eight. Such innocent filled eyes, this world despise, now lying in this grave.
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Memories frozen and gone, like sands in broken time, 'gainst the blackest of dawn, yet cold with no love sublime. To be alone in ice of despair, with ..
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On this auspicious of nights, the children comes with fear delights, awaken the infant, the newborn kin, and open the world of pain within
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Awaken the children, let them see, all agony's within, and perhaps just maybe, they would lose all hope, all their dreams, all feelings would cope, no..
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What an age, to be young and full of life, to live free with love and no strife. To dream a land of pure imagination, soaring on the wings of inspirat..
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