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Dead To Tears

In the cycling molecules of my mind Till fate's fingers got us bind I filter whether you have crossed your kind Woven with the airs I find In the cycling molecules of your mind Hoping you won't stab me behind So our travel be indivisible as wind Though the creator captures us from mankind Let this journey like sun and sky be bind From years to years In the cycling molecules of our mind Dead to tears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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