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Anthem of Our Song
Chilled from the midnight cold, as I stroll wrapped in cavalier, wondering if the world has something to spare, But life once was... a beautiful pasifier we all use, can you imagine us all in Rome, with wine and necktor, making love beneath the pillars, and watching Gladiators, and yet...home is where we sleep, catching myths with nothing to keep. And in the hour of darkness, we whisper endless seas of laughter, beckoning to others intent, The interest dwindles as we get closer, and the asumption we all give, well-I guess I'm one in the same, wading across the sand fading nowhere, day dreaming and acting like fools, do I feel strong,with you,incredibly, beneath it all,I guess I can drink wine too, while everyone is here and dither. Though I disagree, and the moonlight shifts, watching within myself, as the cob webs become rust, and the rain falls free, I find the corner an end to our trust, feeling mahogany bordom in every eye I meet, The Anthem of our Song, embelishes us and we become indiscrete, while the hopes of deliverance binds our hands, and we all feel we are free.
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