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by Sole   Apr 23, 2007


I can see a place with countless sandy shores
I can see a place where kindly strangers open doors
I can see your early grave
I'm no fortune teller, but you're someone I can't save

Brighten up that smile of yours, because you look so much prettier with it upon your face
Lets lighten up that life of yours, and withdraw your dreamy mind from that prehistoric place

Because your living in ancient times
Dreaming wasted dreams
Forging sacred signs
Watching tragic scenes

I can see a place with countless sandy shores
I can see a place where kindly strangers open doors
I can see your early grave
I'm no fortune teller, but you're someone I can't save

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  • 17 years ago

    by dollwithafrown

    Wow, I loved this. It had that sort of mysterious vibe surrounding it - the reader has to a work a little to really understand fully what is being spoken about.

    The structure was rather... random, but I liked it that way. [I usually don't].

    Nice work.

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