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I look at you with a smile on my face
For finally you and I have a place...
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When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...
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Dear boy,
I'm finding the strength to start over brand new...
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Crayons possess a magic
from childhood expertise...
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I can hear them screaming
just gnawing at my existence...
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As sorrow drifts among my dreams
And night fades in to gray...
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I once,
ran my fingers...
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Freedom of speech
Be careful what you say...
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Some say poets are a dime a dozen
because they let their minds go free...
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Birds dance gracefully
aloft crisp blue waters...
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One minute it's love
And suddenly it's like a battlefield...
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Splatter red on my canvas, so pale,
and watch the paint drops bleed...