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We Can Learn To Live Again
Wake me up before you go I need a little more of your love. We can learn to live again after we're gone from this loosed earth' fantasies. our footprints stand, drawing lines of perfection of our deeds before the naked sun. Our tears may dry from its abundant source, our mouth may become wider than usual, our eyes moist with forbidden water, yet, we match on with a bleeding heart, knowing that we all must come to the end of this sorrowful line someday, a debt for all Man to pay before the judgement day. With the sharpness of this edge of life, the motion of verseless song shall render our voices not like professional mourners looking at your face in an illusion of lost in radiating face of a coward called death. We've over worked our sagging mouth already emptiness of our past is the present of life In a scampered direction, we shall learn to live in the space between our fingers. We can learn to live again with this in focus, Death is a coward harvesting and running. Yes, we missed your incredible ink here, we long to behold your face again in mind eyes, one minute is not enough to mourn you but we must direct our fears towards God not hurrying to the grave to be consumed; for our tomorrow holds life tightly in the hands of a greedy death.
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