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A little drop of heaven touched by the morning sun
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Tailor made moments double edged straight razors
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When he sings
the flow of words move the very soul that thrives with in myself
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She sits alone, pulling the quilts of despair around her numb shoulders
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I close my eyes there you are
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Stealthily he steals in to the light my heart seizes with in happiness
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Hope surrounds tomorrows wisdom as peace cascades from mountain streams
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Upon a garden green fresh floral,s did grow
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She sits on the porch of too much time gone past rocking in her chair of idle forgetfulness
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That day he broke my heart, he knew that I wanted him, knew that I always would!
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He tried to bring awareness to disease
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It seemed you were an angel here upon this Earth, sent to
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It was early afternoon,
the sun was shining brighter than I ever
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She leaves and I have no idea if or when I'll ever see her again. I close my eyes and the images assault my unconscious self, trying to over take the conscious parts that fight to remain calm, unaffected. To literally no avai
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The wind blows softly stirring her auburn hair. She sits cross legged, on the ground still damp
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I lie perfectly still motionless
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" Walk with me."
" I've been so lonely," she whispers as the moon spreads irridescent beams across the lovely features of her face.
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These compartments so cluttered with debris
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the wrinkles around the eyes, small but still well defined
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His love for life an unmatched zest
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Forth coming and silent the sentries march by
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My soul is empty with out the music of words
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He climbed to the top of the music charts a man child who never really grew up
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Happiness, care free, butterflies dance rainbows, sunshine, lightening bugs trance
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She sits alone wondering when will it begin?
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I sing your praises Oh my God!
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Closing my eyes I breathe deeply and inhale the sweet, poignant scent of something so rich in texture. So pure in unreasoned ecstasy that it hardly seems plausible for a place such as this to exist. Only in ones imagination c
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God, this special gift you have given me
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They point their fingers and wag their tongues
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Down the well of life shoot the roots of time passing
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Staring at the ground and wishing with all of her might. It's just an urge. Fight! Fight! Fight!
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My heart is heavy I do not understand
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We have become a society of convenience. A world of the now generation. Patience long ago lost. If one has to wait its almost as if the world itself is
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