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One time, I was told that a beautiful song was not so beautiful when you looked closer.
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Composed as I stopped by my Grandfather's grave one evening
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Composed while on a road trip a few summers ago out in Pennsylvania. We drove through a little town early in the morning, around 2 a.m., and there wer..
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This is not my goodbye.
I don't know whether there will be one. I still love you, and I know that hurts more than anything for you. But I need you to..
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I wanted to stay with you
longer.
Your eyes so bright and
your hair so perfect and
your smile so flighty,
unless I'm there to bring it back.
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Who am I to you anymore?The source of trouble, of pain,of passion of anger tearsof love regret remorse regret lovelove, love, love?Who am I to you, a ..
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What difference does it make anyway, whether I have eyes to see, or lips to speak, hands to hold a pencil to paper, ears to hear the whispering of oth..
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