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Created on: June 17, 2007 Last Updated: August 02, 2011
I saw stars in the sky that you could hold dear to your heart
Your ails of ladders came close to me
I was finding out a clasp that could realign itself
Your heart made it a fall and all I could do is see
Once your fantasy overrides I have made it past the trees
I am staling on a venom that has more than happily been
It could obviously sight a melody I tiered
And your obvious illusion can die down to a melancholy in
If at all you are choosing to satisfy I can trip
You're blank and I'm fitted under the black light that I picked
You say loud words to hope I will prevail
It's a passing by that I can't time to aggravate and ticked
You can during the yearly days big and through be mild
All the hesitance that comes from loving I try heard to forget
The falling parts a darkness leading out to merriness
We are got lost together in a satisfying regret
All I have to glow is a balance that lingers through the night
And when you home the dry air I can definitely see
Having to do with maddening and holes I was with left
You can end a lot of fuses I was able to key
And the falls come back like I am beginning again
Dine in and tricked you are to savages I've read
It's a train belonging to deliver your attentiveness and yours
I was awful in the colors that couldn't blend the glad in bed
I am diving into charms that funnily alive
Drape the corners of your laughing and go to other days
When you say I am coming to a figure I'll have sounded you by mine
Giving into slams of always remembering how I was in haze
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