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Let's do this again. From the beginning to a different end.
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I've been inside these walls for days.
All these people have a twin
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Simple things bring such joy in life.
I'll indulge your questions if your willing to listen.
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Oh, God....
Here comes the fall.
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Fragrence pressed from out your skin lingers
Stagnant vapors haloed in my hair
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Up with the morning sun.
The subtle glow the sun brings into the clearing.
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Rest the waters and calm the stinging winter winds we are in.
And let us see the glint of hope your faces surely bring.
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I layed on the grass for 3 long hours
Letting the blue sink into my eyes.
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Fabric dancing on her skin.
Evaporates the dew of morn.
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A whispering spark once kindled my mind. / Ever since then it's been kind of dull. / All of the wind seems to fly down from the ground. / The rain that used to fall waltzes though town. / It all seems
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What a fickle ghost it is that waltzes around my room.
It tugs at my sheets and flips on the lights.
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And I’ll dance one thousand slow dances with you Just to be close to you
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What spills on the page seeps from my veins I bleed ink and ink fills the void between my ears
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Avert your eyes They won't want to see this.
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Pretense veils a fickle past In arid whisps of tales untold
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Aghast, I chance upon this petite enchanter.
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With the faithful blue above me I keep searching to go back home.
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Enamel shows the gentle purity that can't be swayed. With the all the games we play, you'd think we're only kids.
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Tongue slips over reed and blow...
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You with your staff of friends... all telling you what you want to hear. Don't speak... speak soft... just sing with the piano.
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Friction between pages tells me that this is something spectacular. Like it was almost my own shadow that becomes substance.
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Powder flips that central point Where A Circle of Friends is rendered obscene
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This stagnant fabric itches my skin, that is often made dewy with sweat,
Are the sheets the line the streets that insomnia paves, leaving
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A tear has fallen upon deaf ears
You cry and no one seems to care
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