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I watch and inside this eyes there's no hope;
every night my tears are out there, every night trying to find meanings that moon has hide;
when this is not bout me? sir one doubt:
Can I ever get out this vault?
Oh...
for you one bond, always;
one wall between the lines;
one, two, things we can not promised otherwise;
and all you do is forcing against the "I swear"
against the sweared
against the sweared
against the sweared
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The sun is shadowing in the mountains,
He slept through rain times, and ascending;
Down the road a men and a machine, -
Pleed the relative speed and encrese;
The treater like the creater good, -
Well enough to let him own the morning, -
Holding the cosmos against any beast restrainge
the hammer noise hastuaries the cleen sounds;
And Nothing goes last and firmer than that,
the thick white paper burned with fire ties who tries.
Sky is the blue zone till now, and forever black crown's nest in the hottest of the Summers.
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Arboreous green growing inside the fance
contrasting the gray of concrete walls,
scars, caught in childness;
Broken buckets disting the field rounded by
reminiscences in pieces like broken promises
useless like me around the pavement;
Why can't I learn from the forewoman?
lessons write within' our flooded pages;
A bird that was not taught how to swing
cannot high up the sea;
Again, I might be still when the shadow pain
would allow me against the will;
Three ways I can vare from it but none
covered the need like the forewoman will;
Skinny Birds at the sky adding ardour
balancing the paraview
Small as they are.. why can't I have such
weight, for not to burden at the forelady's
packs.
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I pointed to a bird; flying to leave- And I think:
The swim I was most in was you, gladly.
And He thinks: Until the eyelashes, came,
of the unknown, I way my path around.
Words of a god: this door must remain close!
I touched your bottom across my hands,
moving sand to the little constructors of your
Freedom.
On the embark upon a valley:
Chove me a Nest,
Crave me a Rest.
This door must remain close.
Open the door, under the cosmos,
Sky Village of artificial Dark,
like the light Creed in our glass eyes.
On our heinousness path can we weight such heft?
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the Secret Cottage,
a forest trek where
sundown gently on
your face. Riverside
drifting.. the grasp seeds.
Forest game, heartbeat
of the wild nature,
inhuman natures
bloodstream chasing
the tormerting Faces.
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And then I loved you for the seconds
it would last and those it didn't -
And then the rain came with the gleam
as a glimpse of your greatness -
And the innermost fear lightning inside
my head, build on your self multiforms -
As soon, as easy, you come back the
worse for me and you, the never for you -
As Werther I say: How many realities
are enough so ignored childs can be received? -
As the only love the Daughter will ever really
know, being high is somepart-low -
But your bittersweet fulfilled, softly, my heart -
For which never knew so much - Further the feeling -
Form physical presence helding away from my brain, wondering to poise all the post modern fables.
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In this blank space of time the universe of ideas grows infinity;
The Master Piece never came to be, another prevision without calculate the harm;
Even though we not going anywhere, it is coming for us;
Remember in Cambridge times crossed like the line in meridian for ages;
Surprised by the helical light and suspended by the night the disguised dark flash;
Ability to the engineering, geniussnely to the Observer: non miss-taken reasons.
Existence is doubts for all, allowing it the events and facts;
The messenger of dreamers: let go off limited directions for the better coexistence.
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I don't have you anymore
and that's the true
'cause no one ever could.
Are you my time ?
Are you my time ?
Are you my time ?
Are you my time ?
Well, you are who you are!
Well, you are who you are!
When you say you can feel
When you say wasn't real
hold on on pillows
let go from heroes
let go from heroes
cause they are tire
yes, I'm you ride
yes, I'm for tide
six feet under the skies
horton could survive
is it all for bide
i'm at your side
I'm at your side
skid by few of them
there's no other, dear
she's the ultra will
I'm climbing for it
I'm climbing for it, for it
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A cat stood on the wall to law me:
the pain of unknown haunts him, I think;
The view interacts the long, soft green
The witness outside the door, must be;
I watch his golden semblance, and I know;
His forfrightened eyes opens mine, Dead;
The relative moment unblurred my visions and complies the questions on his heachts.
On the grasp of his extinct, he scratchs the floor with rapid commun sagacity.
And there's no more doubts on it, the caos is gone, again, and the cat runs away.
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Songs Hiding the morning
Tired tide in the lowest love
Because may - Nothing
Star again to become-
She miss in both hearts - and
Carrie so as Lowell
My dear has forgot She -
And Him meant that to be
Bird miss what She can't
A love - forever ago
Oh, and As much my dear hold on
Still tight in all forms of desire.
I didn't wanna be alone -
only, with She - It, for Him
How I can't be-
How I can't be-
Leave it in me all you can't be
The lowest of(f) the storms.
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