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Rippling air and boiling sea
Now buried in memory but still nonentity
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Mystic web
By Shiny night
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It’s more than a Feeling Vanilla’s so Fine
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Jack be nimble, Jack be sly Jack Jr father has now just died
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Summoning the sight 'abundance gone' Lost to an abura memory
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Gently down the stream I rowed
Watching the drifting banks
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Pantheon to the past and hopeful future
Another scene that’s all but gone from nature
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Do I now worry?
No, my day is full
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How did you do, the things that you did?
My heart flutters a beat when you would call
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I am the wretch, don’t look at me
What am I but garbage, excrement at least?
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There was the door that led away
From my room and adoring yummy mummy
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To sleep the sleep of a thousand deaths
My soul tormented
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Gargantuan wave amassing surge
Towards unsuspecting landmass
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Two maidens their black hands…
Protect the innocence:
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Gripping myself for heat…
Makes me shake down to my bones inside:
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Withered flowerbed
Flustered by times cycle spin
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Spinning forever not in step or key
Disharmony enchanted making it seem real
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Saddened soldiers
With conquered eyes
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Cavalry useless
Big Guns sound call
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His life but a memory
His carers care not
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Images shrouded... by mist and time
My window my heartache that is eternally mine
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I know the truth, but I can’t do anything
Ears and eyes closed to all but their conveniences
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Skin to skin, will our hands touch?
Contact is nothing tis our beings that are one.
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Oneself now fading in the haze of long deeds
Empty followers, whom are consumed by greed
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Oh feel the joy
Now you are free
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When Reading sing O Chrismas Tree since that is how I wrote it. After you have read/sung the song, read my comments.
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No answer approaches
I do not have a clue
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I row I run I cycle I swim
Why do I do this; society bid me.
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