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The language I speak comes from my heartWords that come in many partsThe song they make sings insideWishing to escape and come aliveThey dance and twi..
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Night.A time of dreams.A time of wishes.A time no one wants to leave.Sleep that consumes one's self,Takes them away from themselves.They journy away f..
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The day has
passed
He’s gone
away
Time to fall
at last
Though you
wish to stay
Fallen like
a small star
You wish to
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