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| Signs A butterfly, flutters by, And beats it's wings forever. Floating leaves from sturdy trees, Spiral downward on a winter breeze All signs of begining, All signs with no meaning. A little boy with a toy, Turning it to ashes, A fluffy cloud on the ground, Making things look up-side-down. All signs of ending, All signs with no meaning. A person's sin buried deep, A precious secret they will keep, A thirst for blood we all own, A dirty seed in our souls. All signs of living, All signs with no meaning. By Roxxie 1999 |
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