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He sat on a lonely mountain,
the sky in fiery blaze,
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I suffer from a thing called madness,
what else could it be?
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He left me standing there,
I could do nothing
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Healing the broken
could not erase the guilt,
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Sometimes the rain falls easy,
at others in driving torrents.
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She stood alone
transfixed by the Dawn
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Mystical Lady
with eyes the shade
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Toes curled
making ripples in the water
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He asked,
are you beautiful?
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After the rain fell
a mist hung low in the valley,
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He appeared one night
on a whisper in the wind.
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Head alive with thoughts,
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A lifetime spent
wandering from
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I can feel your fingers
brushing the hair away from my face,
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A kaleidescope image
with each experience another turn.
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You appeared so gently
in the night,
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Some would tell me you are not real,
a figment dreamed up for the void in my life...
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Silent mist
rises above yawning town.
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