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I must feed these demons that tear at my soulFor they hunger and thirst for my deathAn offering of sorts, to appease and consoleFor they're lusting to..
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Woe, unto this heart of menThis mortal soul, I fear is weakI question God, is this sin?Bold I was, now humbled and meekForsaken by the breath of lifeM..
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Before I ever write this taleI hope you will all forgive meIt was just a horrible accidentIt was dark and I just couldn't seeI was driving home one ni..
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When poets die, their words live onYou see them everywhereThey're written in the moon and starsOr maybe, a humble prayerThey're written in the morning..
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If I could write like William ShakespeareYou would be my JulietI would write the perfect love poemThe world could not forgetIf I could paint da Vinci'..
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It follows me where ever I goLike a shadow on the streetWhile telling all of my secretsTo everyone I meetI try to hide my face from himWhile pretendin..
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If I should leave this world belowAnd I'm no longer by your sideHere's some things you need to knowTo remember, though I've diedI am with you during t..
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Mama, where did you go?I can't see you anymoreWhat did I do to make you mad?Why did you leave me for?Mama, where did you go?I can't hear your precious..
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She would see it in the windowEach morning as she'd passThe sun would make it come to lifeThis doll that was made of glassHer eyes as blue as the deep..
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She laid him in his resting placeAfter twenty-one years of loveShe had to try to say goodbyeTo one she never felt worthy ofShe was with him on his dea..
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