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| Angels wings of golden feathers carry lovers into the heavens Flying higher into the sky pushing clouds gently aside with delicate fingers they clasp with delicate hands; only to fall apart swiftly as they tumble downward past the darkened clouds of storms dodging bolts of brilliant lightning Tears fall faster as they try to touch hands reaching out to the warm delicate hands Hands that had once held and shared their love They touch. And fall gently, gently to the ground of heaven, delicately. |
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| Two doves sit upon a branch Their white feathers slightly brush They step closer pressing against each other Silently they stare in a hush Love dose enchant their eyes Slowly step apart, careful not to rush Two doves fly away from a branch Alone. |
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| stain on white . . . . . . . . . . | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hate is stored and produced by the soul Swelling inside it begins to grow Knowing what you hate not why you hate You stare hard into the eyes of the hatred Staring hard with your coal black eyes The eyes of the one you hate aren�t dark The eyes are timid and fearful, scared Your hate wants to explode like a bomb Still knowing what you hate not why The scared eyes calm you for a moment You now see all that you hate You now know all that you hate You see your own reflection Staring, with scared eyes |
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| master of hate .. // . . . . | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Life is a dance of the mask Covering your face, hiding It�s flesh is thicker than a cast Never allowing the truth to show A concealer of ones past The free are the ones of true beauty Their hearts are real and fast Flesh is real and palpable They can make love last They can make eyes tear They show emotions without a mask They dance, but they dance together |
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| true individual ... :: ; '; . | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| intellegence of clowns .. ; ><> :? | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Intelligence of the wise fall short of great Intelligence of the clowns is of joy The love of money leaves a terrible fate The love of a smile can only be fortune False love is brief and always late True love is of long-lasting friendship Men always fall for the false bait Joyful men always cherish life They are the ones that are rich |
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| Some will rise, most will fall Stretching your cold hand to nothing Trying to clasp the one of your dreams Frigid is the breeze that haunts the lonely The presence of a loving individual warms like fire Crackling and spreading until it�s last ember dies As the fire, the life of companionship is lost Feed the fire constant attention and it will blaze high Some will rise, most will fall |
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| lonely hands >< ?: ";; ' .,,.. , | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| I picked this flower for you It stood out, much like you It smelled so sweet, close to you It petals were attractive and beautiful, similar to you I couldn�t let this beautiful flower not see true beauty That is why I picked it and brought it to you |
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| ., ... >> last of the flowers ., .. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| A train passed through town today It was the longest train I have ever seen I even counted all forty-six cars I especially loved car number twelve I loved that car so much Tears fell down my cheek as it passed As the train�s horn was gone I knew that you too were gone |
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| the 9'o 5 .. ,. ,>< ;: ././ | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rolling hills beckoned the sun to fall Old eyes watched from the porch Eyes that had seen many years call Oranges and reds that blend in the sky Ages to days and days to minutes This old man wanted to say good bye None to hear his words say �That was the last and best� The man stayed in that chair But his soul lived in the sky |
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| that was the last ... , ..., >< ;/ | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| .:you are:. You�re my happiness, the/ Gentle breeze �cross my face/ Summer�s late afternoon/ August storm�s steady pace/ Peaceful light of the moon/ You are my sympathy/ You are my empathy/ You are my muse/ You are my light/ You are my purpose/ You�re my happiness, the/ Sound of ocean�s crashing/ Stillness in a snowy night/ Scent of flowers blooming/ Graceful autumn leaves� flight/ You are my reason/ You are my season/ You are my breath/ You are my heart/ You are my everything/ You�re my happiness, the/ Morning after the rain/ Sunsets by the ocean/ Frost on a window pane/ Swaying trees in motion/ You�re my happiness, the/ Warming by a fire/ Steady flight of a dove/ Heart�s every desire/ Reason that I can love/ You are more than words/ |
.:real:. And there aren�t words to say/ Words my heart know not of/ You�ve given me a new day/ Is this this thing called love/ If this isn�t real/ If we were never meant to be/ Wake me before I sleep/ But let me dream/ And were there words to say/ Words that my heart knew of/ You�ve given me this new day/ Is this this thing called love/ Can you stand there/ And break me/ And tell me/ That I�m not real/ Can you tell me/ That this felling I feel/ Isn�t real/ Isn�t there/ If this isn�t real/ If we were never meant to be/ Wake me before I sleep/ But let me dream/ |
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