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Without walls
There's a place without walls.
For those who swear that they are floors.
and oh how they die like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten tombs
(It's not to late to care)
Oh how I miss the lunar gloom
back when stars filled the sky with forgotten tunes.
Come and take my hand don't be afraid.
here are all the words you were trying to say
(It's not polite to stare)
I know a place where we could go
it feeds on your fears to sooth your soul
(It's not to late to run)
I know you will die just like the flowers bloom
you are so beautiful.
Copyright ©
joseph randall
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