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Each syllable that leaves her tongue’s the song
Of Sirens, curing my rose’s thornèd wrongs.
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I see myself in 'dying cattail stalk; / My stem is dry, my flowers crisp maroon. / I watch them fade, realizing that soon / I'll not be worth the ground 'pon which i walk. / I watch the Lord, my refuge, sail away
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My heart it beateth with an odd passion / When traveling my darling's gaze within. / Her stare doth strike me in an odd fashion; / Her fingertips are like the northern wind. / To just be in her close proximity / Is
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The lurid taupe of memories
Doth stain and shade the color of my heart.
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Although, from lager, less distress unfurls,
I still prefer those faintly smiling girls.
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You wish to know my guilty pleasures? / You wish to know my fears? I fear, my love, / You'll be engulfed by your endeavors; / I fear the l
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To be afraid is something horrible, Believe me,
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The girl escaped Without a tear upon her savior All this explained
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Is it for fear that I may mean you true You dash me 'pon the rocks? My will contented,
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Consider life as virtuous negate, Meant only to destaff us and our hearts.
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Shall wait forever, Oh, so much longer Than I.
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You're all alone And teary eyed
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A curse upon the simple men who live Within the gracious reach of Luck, not Skill.
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Tears you shed will wet Rue Mirebeau
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What I would give to be amoung the crowds Of Lazzio once more. The lively cries
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Leaving the scene, the poor boy Stumbled through the leaves and silver tears.
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A nobler time and nobler king Are the focus of this tale. His
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My heavy feet won't carry me For one more mile than I've already gone
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How can the object of my greatest joy br
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After the fact, the act, was done,
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My role in this malicious Mercy-execution's plot Makes me a hero if I'm right
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Where is the time that I once had with you
A sense of Heaven lost so long ago
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I fell amoung the evil pits and snares
That grow along the winding path of dark
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This is a relative's experience spoken through me
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There once was a little boy
He thought he was happy
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What words exist that let me speak my mind
Phonetic verses to reveal my thought
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Have you read the book 'Where the Red Fern Grows"?
That's what this song is semi-based on
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Companions's pressures secrets hath revealed
My fear always uncovers what I love
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I know that I am timid in my soul
And that i stand with cowards by the sided
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