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| Strange 12/5/03 (Okay, so the picture doesn't match the poem, but it matches the title... which is close enough,,, honest) |
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| I don't understand this world without bliss So much pain cured by a deathly kiss Soft and sweet, pretty to meet Life is born and untidy is neat Sailing along the sea of tranquility In a full force gale This fortress of high protection Will rarely fail Selecting this dynamic world As a place of birth I see many places Better than earth Free of war, toil and death Where you are not afraid to draw in your breath Where you can do what you like and be how you want It is underneath In the seas So happy are the people there So free and so wild They are living life how they want to live Giving it all they have to give Fighting this war There is so much giving We forget our own lives We're not really living Free yourselves from the chain of charity Free yourselves from the pain of torn between the two Do what you want and want what you do You are your own dream person, whether you admit it or not Strange as the world is, it has given us a lot |