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In the wake of nightThe shadows danceAnd always covering the same old groundsGhosts wander in see through gowns.The warmth and love no longer sharedTh..
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Cold wind blows,Rustling, rustling,Released -----Falling, falling,Red , coppery, brown.Falling, fallingTo Mother Earth to rest,Rotting, rottingNourish..
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There's a woman I knowWho has flowing brown hairA woman of beautyYou can't help but stare.Her eyes are just dazzlingA woman of such flairWith such sen..
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Conversation is all aboutTuning in, tuning outPause here, Stop there,Swapping thoughts you wish to share.Switching on, switching offA conversation's t..
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Ah! Sleep! Glorious sleep!To delve into the dream world,A far cry from the real world.A happy place, all fantasies fulfilled.While in the real world p..
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While the tombstone marks a plot of groundAlways placed behind the moundA resting place for all to seeWhere people gather one, two, three.To pay respe..
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When one considers the family tree,All that knowledge handed down to theeFrom generations of children passed.One could ask, "Why isn't the world a bet..
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As time slips by,One reflectsOn all the goals one has set,And although along the wayThere'll be regrets.One concedes: the reward is lifeUntil death.
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At the horizonThe sea meets the sunWhile the seashore wavesRoll out their songAnd seagulls chatterAs the sea wind is feltHeavy is the airWith the smel..
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Colours by dayBlack and white by night.Four seasons of differenceWho show their significanceBy changing colours, but not of nightWhich remains black a..
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