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And I wish you were here, here alone with
me,
Here in my home in your viaduct of dreams.
And I wish I was real, as real as can be,
Instead ..
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We are the progeny of infamy
Reared in the age of insolence;
We are products of emptiness;
The hollows killing resonance.
We ..
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Little drops of water,A tender soliloquy of saline,A munificent elegyGarlands your thoughtsAs we stare at the distance fromThe centre of nowhere.It's ..
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Nostalgia is amicable
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The sweet scent of sweat,
The scent of success
Harboring a million sleeping dreams
Waiting to be roused
By the plans of accident,
Em..
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Sometimes inspiration lies at boredom's tiny feet,
And all that's needed is for us to carry on with life.
Sometimes expectations fall down, cra..
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May the onset of the stars drown your worried thoughts
And may the tranquil breeze of night whisper in your ears;
May the silent waves of peace ..
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The toll of war is countless
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Dedicated to a special friend.
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For every furtive sigh that never leaves my aching soul,
There grows a lump inside my throat that makes me think of you
And soothes the cind..
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