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| Death in Venice
Each day a death in life Beauty too heavy for the knee I have watched shooting stars Fall into the ocean & One thousand white doves set free. I�ve heard the perfect chord Read the perfect word Since then my heart has bled For loss of perfection in the world & As my painted face is running There is just one thing I can see The beauty of youth that no longer resides in me There is too much hopelessness in obsession Now I am ready to fall in love, my instant of perfection is gone I am composing memories of time spent in the sun & As the sun sets Lights go on |
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