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Soft memories of a life well lived |
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I'm thinking back and loving every moment I had |
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This dull feeling is working through me |
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And every waking moment is more static |
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As I step onto my porch of reflection |
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A brief wind of warmth is swept through me |
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We succeed in order to bring forth order in our lives |
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You have all felt it, the emptiness of being alone |
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Zoloft will not cure it, human touch will not solve it |
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This black, cold world is potent |
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Please bless the children, please heal their cries |
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A sweet sound is heard in my waking life |
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Tremors of anguish ripple through visions and dreams |
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Cries heal a starving nation facing death and destruction |
