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A paper rose is pinned on the wall
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May we rest? The cherry tree won't blossom for some months to come
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Calm waters in silver blue eyes
and soft smiles in sun dusted meadows
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And Sweet Softspoken Summer Dreams
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The Cello is playing The roses are dying; and laughing; and in the rain
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Cherry red lipstick and roses Tea time and poems
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I want to tear the ceiling off the walls that hold me in. I want to draw a picture that crawls with fact
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The marching hands of the clock
tick-tock by
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Music moves her so much, in tune and lyric
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I wish I could keep
the burning world
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The pressure builds inside my skull; Three pills slide down my throat
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As I fall asleep, I wish to be pulled away
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Backspace, Backspace into an oblivion
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Beautiful days and beautiful nights whispered words in passing
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The wind lifting words from my tounge The light grows as it stretches across the sky
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On an invisible island and in an invisible sea at the burnt edges of reality and close,
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when the colors of the rainbow would blend and bleed
into memories faded and gone
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Vicious and free bleached and uncaring
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The melody Oh, the people are watching
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Watching over the storm
those glimmering strands of water, trickling down
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The feeling coming from my bones
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A Jar full of sand, Keep my memories
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I love the sunshine.. When it rains..
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Let this burn away,
and you're breathing down my neck
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{This dream of mirrors, the bird sings}
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Staring at the sky, I gave a wish to a lone falling star. Sweet-scented nothingness filled my lungs as I inhaled the air.
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Knitted voices speak loudly of reality
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