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Suddenly, you were gone. From all the lives you left your mark upon I remember, how we talked. And drank into the misty dawn. I hear the voices, we ran by the water. On the wet summer lawn I see t
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I see the middle kingdom between Heaven and Earth. Like the Chinese call the country of their birth. We all figure that our homes, our homes are set above. Other people than the ones, ones we know
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When we lift the covers from our feelings. We expose our insecure spots. Trust is just as rare as devotion. Forgive us our cynical thoughts. If we need too much attention. Not content with being
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Sunlight dances through the leaves. Soft winds stir the sighing trees. Lying in the warm grass. Feel the sun upon your face Eleven songs and endless nights. Sweet wine and soft relaxing lights. T
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When the ebbing tide retreats. Along the rocky shoreline. It leaves a trail of tidal pools. In a short lived galaxy. Each microcosmic planet. A complete society A simple kind of mirror. To refle
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I see red and it hurts my head. I guess it must be somethin' that I read It's the color of your heartbeat. A rising summer sun, the battle lost or won. The flash to fashion, the pulse to passion Fe
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It went right by me. At the time it went over my head. I was looking out the window. I should have looked at your face instead It went right by me. Just another wall. There should have been a mom
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The office door closed early. The hidden bottle came out. The salesman turned to close the blinds. A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks. Any day now for sure.
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Suddenly, you were gone. From all the lives you left your mark upon I remember, how we talked. And drank into the misty dawn. I hear the voices, we ran by the water. On the wet summer lawn I see t
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"To seek the sacred river Alph. To walk the caves of ice. To break my fast on honey dew. And drink the milk of Paradise. " I had heard the whispered tales. Of immortality. The deepest mystery. F
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I said I played this song so many times before. That the melody keeps repeating. Growin' new ideas, flowing chords and notes. Like a mountain river bleeding Well, I say as I look back all the thoug
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