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Sings in voices yearning for more, the throat, the stir, the message of yore. Sing the symphony come to call, the music that rings, deep in us all. We..
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And still I think myself done with grieving until I see somethingthat reminds me of youand tears start streaming down my face, even in a public place...
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My revenge, should I seek to exact it upon you, will not be swift You will suffer much, as I take my time to fill your soul with pain and fear sublime..
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This has not happened and I pray that it does not but this is what came to me and I fear it may come to be. I morn him even now as I type these words ..
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My heart was captured by fire
My mind was captured by desire
I wandered through the land, heady deep in thought
You took my hand a guide
I felt ..
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Unborn again, thestruggle within, the demon in the snow.
At long last breath, a taste of death, lest evil should ever grow.
Let not put asunder, tha..
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Tonight is the nightthe fire burns bright in the light of the dying moon.
Tomorrow is the day the rain pours out that which cannot be contained.
Th..
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It was youI smelledyour perfume in the airWalked through the mist of itSo fleatingBut I know it was youI looked aroundExpecting to see youAcross the s..
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Daffodils and butterflies, morning dew and dandelions. Fields of clover and poppy in the fresh rain of a new day. Dawning of a new, someone with which..
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Oh ring hollow the voices in my head, as nacrotic as the marrow of the deadOh the screaming of the days, the wretched echo of souls lost to wicked way..
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