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to hear the lock tumblerdoor opensi want to break from realityeverything vanishes before i seewhat was never my notionat last i stood foryou walk on a..
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My utter becomes unkindwilderness awakens from the silenceit will be a furtive glimpse of his beastwill i adore my wishmy honor to soar in moonlighti ..
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Why you have leftyour power to dreamas the shadow follows your footstepsi remember standing in the courtyardlooking at the cleft in the walli painted ..
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I wanted to see you,In dreams,and always,It lingers,Like mists,and smokes,In spaces,before my visions,but in realities people,find epmty mosaics,fille..
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standing tall for the aiming victories,
till to the moaning miseries of old age,
like the aging desires,
rendered feeble,
before the skilled glib..
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