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I've splattered scraps of metaphors
and strings of heartache...
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I actually met the wind
objects were crashing in the streets...
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We fell in love
At first sight...
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often, a place I would be seen
was at the bus-mans club canteen...
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in the dark
When I was born to shine...
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I don't dream so often anymore.
If I do then I seldom remember context or details...
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A voice beyond the common knew...
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Sacrificial punishment
Open wide...
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while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...
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the
demons...
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The caged bird is now
flying in the universe...
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A soft breeze
flows through the air...