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you in my life I can not tell you
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Silent tears flow. Deep in a heart,
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What were once mysted pathways Are now clear answers to my dreams.
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light floods the room leaving a golden hue
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In the darkness of chilling halls, I slowly walk upon jagged rocks, and shared glass. Â Bearing my weight upon each painful step, perhaps this is what was meant
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lastnight was heaven
today my heart breaks
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In the vast beauty of the night sky, the Irish warrior could do nothing but gaze at the beautiful woman he had found. His heart racing, knowing tha
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in the path of darkness,
there will always be a light, o
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In the darkness
In the hell
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Make fishers of men. Judge not for ye will be judge.
These are a few sayings that the Christianity bible teaches. I learned them long ago when I attended Sunda
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rest your weary head upon a cloud of white
your little body has won this fight
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when i gaze into the sky
just as dusk begins to give away to the night,
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trapped with chains upon my feet
locked inside a prison i can not break free from
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sweaty palms
hearts beating a thousand times a minute
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warm light flowing
glass chandelier above
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sweetness surround her
light illuminate through her actions of love
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From deep with in
our power lays dormant
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Ghostly winds drive from a forgotten time
Saturating ancient holy ground
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Roaming the sacred streets of home
Gazing upon the night creatures coming to play
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whispering midnight
calling out all of nature
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Standing out on my balcony white
I place my hands gracefully upon the railing
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Illusions of life
Flow through my mind,
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“Mirror, mirror
On the wall
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Clear cooling river waters
Call out to me
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Times of old ways
Nights of unbridled passion
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On a lazy spring day
I lay in the soft thick emerald grass
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Beautiful grace dazzles the night
Soft swaying grass,
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The blue sky suddenly turns gray
Sounds of hundreds weeping can be heard all over
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Sweet green grass
A hint of vanilla on a light blowing breeze
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Goddess of the earth
How you shine for all to see
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Standing on the edge of a old ragged cliff
I look to the east at the rising sun
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A starlit sky
A soft babbling brook
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