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rocky paths, not talking fast,gawking at the twisted past,mocking those who finish last,got a question Ishould haveasked.someday,we'll look back,wishi..
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I confessed my love for her mate,She grinned and said that was great,But I had no clue,her feelings; they grew,Now, she wanted me as her date.I though..
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Sometimes I truly wonder,If my mind is sinking under,A sea of dark confusion,Leaving nothing but illusion.I know not the time,I saw this place,nor hea..
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that flower?she'd rather wilt without rain,than drown if it came.
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Beryl skies, the sun so bright,moi et mon frère, my week's delight.mon frère! mon frère! est-il temps d'aller?for our weekly trip..
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Damn the curse of a false love,Lifting spirits to the clouds above.
Only to let loose with a thunderous roar,The miserable truth in bitter downpour.
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As you turned the corner, my eyes lit like fire,
My heart melted with a burning desire.
A golden aura, you shone like the sun,
Is it luck that I've..
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Does she look at herself? In her grand liquid mirror?
If the waves were calmer, I suppose she'd see clearer.
It might get lonely, with only stars on..
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I once met a woman at a bar.
She had looks that were far above par.
A possible soul mate?
Oh I thought she was great.
Til I found out she lived in..
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Oh how she wishes she were that crimson red rose,
That dazzles the eyes and tickles the nose.
Beauty and danger, an amalgam of two,
Mystery is hidd..
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