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And puzzles of my flight began to sway againTo shelter the passion of what my heart desireThrough animating the creations of my mindTo deal what they ..
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...if she could just hear it, maybe...
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Like the sun that sets beneath the horizon at the west,The gleam in your eyes walks out suddenly from the worldAs the breeze of your breath at the top..
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Those inked moments on a torn piece of scratch
Brought back the twilight of hope to the heart
That seemed fading through lens of the past
With no o..
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With treble clef, it starts in pianissimo
Like do-re-mi of notes played 'til la-ti-do
And tunes at mezzo sway in decrescendo
As rhythm began its da..
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There goes again the sleeping thunder
Upon rage and madness pouring in blunder
Lightning of its sword in remorse and despair
Justice will not preva..
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...to that someone she always wished is there. But...
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He does not talk much, always alone.
He's timid and shy, scared with people.
He is not anti-social but a little bit weirdo
For he does not like tat..
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The strands of ash locks, drooping low,
They shone as sun rays, striking blow.
As the melody of thin air, damping so,
Made the moistened cheeks gli..
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Of all pure and white and plain,
She is the nymph of all thy grace.
Her unblemished smiles radiating in rays
Brighten my day of sorrow and pain.
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