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The Beauty Didnt Hold

i hear the vocals parting clouds artsy and sophisticated hope to feed the crowd till doubt had situated i cant undue the past bear with me bearing this cross is all I can ask why shall I be the bigger one? stay and watch it burn? now i will seek to heal not the type dogs learn some are flying high i wish you well catching dreams it was the little things i don't know what that means this is purely feeling first finding the words is a curse once this is solidified my truth becomes harder to hide from me if you fully understood, we wouldnt have arrived no needed parted ways deny we just survived it always took two and we pushed it past its bloom the beauty didnt hold birth will end in doom thanks for what had lasted i learned and did find love it isnt always fairy tales crows in place of doves

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