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I write, for time is long,My mind is lost to somewhere,As I hum a gentle, gentle song.Oh, ages pass by the window,And stories play over in my head,As..
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If I saw me through your eyes,Would I laugh or would I cry?And if I were to die tonight,Would any tears cloud your sight?But if these words were said ..
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Bloodied faces, bloodied gowns,
From the deep flow the sounds,
The sounds of hapless sighs,
Forever in pain to die.
They dance and move,
The ti..
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In times to come expect these signs,
Read them here within these lines,
Know that all must pay the fines,
So why do you defend the crimes?
The r..
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Flowers entangled in the withering vine,
Lost in sight and mind,
Spoiled grapes make the wine,
Of the man who holds the sign.
Broken hearts se..
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My brother Patrick wrote this
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Shadows creep and crawl,Down the dusty hall,Like the chasing of the fall,From the tiger's claw.Through pink glass I see,Evil, as it still seems to be,..
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Light flashes, then vanishes away,
Like the truth liers say,
When dark clouds cover the flower of May,
Only reason can show you the way.
Justice..
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Down a coblestone road,
Walks a lady,
Who carries her soul,
In an old leather bag.
To a lover she swore,
To give her soul too,
But from fame s..
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Dear Stephanie,
Your laugh dances through the air,
Your face holds the truth, shone and bare,
Your joy makes me alive.
Dear Stephanie,
Your b..
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