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-Don’t want to be a slave,But I’m possessedBy the nearing, darkening grave-I’m such a mess.-Can’t be set free,For I’m no..
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Whip your hair back,Let the cold waterDripping remind you thatYou are meant for the slaughter;The chill makes you feelAs if you can escape,As if this ..
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The air is crisp,And the breeze is strongIn the tawny November.The leaves are changingAs are the peopleWho cannot help but rememberWhat has been saidA..
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Baby blue,What is a child to do?Lying to oneself,Lying to ones lovedTo hide what is true-Secrecy in infancyIs a terrible way to go.With no time to liv..
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Pride comes before the fall,But the fall must hurtBefore humility can appear;Like a little child reaching out,The strongest cannot help but cry.The sc..
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The little light in darkness,She appears as but a sliver;She silences quick tonguesAnd makes the strongest quiverWhen in her presence-Delicate in ever..
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My love,Sweet thing,My darling,Little dove-Silly thingsMaking usFlighty things-That’s the wayIt goes;That’s the wayLove grows.Endearing ma..
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Red roseBudding, bloomingUnderneath my strong stare-May the world be as beautiful,Red rose.
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How can IEver look awayFrom the skyAt the end of the day?How can youTear your gazeFrom this sacred blueBehind sunshine’s rays?Impossible task-Ho..
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With knife to her wrist
And blade to her skin,
If she is gone,
Who will possibly win?
The color fades
From her young, round face,
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