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I cannot cry this year a river,
The streams have run dry.
Running down from my eyes,
No life from these skies.
I pray to the heavens,
Let thi..
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Take a breath and plunge beneath
the line that separates this sea,
From what little hope you have of him,
And drown in hope to flea.
Find hope fo..
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I reach for you, through my blackened lungs, drowned in this vile fluid that intoxicates me.
I reach for you now, like a diver to an unsalvagable shi..
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When all is said and done,
When she calls, you run,
Like an addict to his box of cigarettes.
What debris you leave behind,
The driftwood from the ..
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Take me away to the forest of blue
To the city of dreams
Where they all come true.
Pull me now from the sweet woody earth
Drown me in air
And de..
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