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As I walk this road paved with angriness and pain |
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the Tree of Life is eating with its roots below my feet |
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Everytime I try to catch teh tail of a shooting star above |
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My hands remain so empty and inside me there's a voice |
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Midnight skies |
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Winter sighs |
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On morning dews verse of poetry |
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Reaching heights |
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Walking miles |
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To hear your voice reciting |
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Every word is a verse of pure harmony |
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Every single one |
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As I walk this road paved with angriness and pain |
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the Tree of Life is eating with its roots below my feet |
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Everytime I try to catch teh tail of a shooting star above |
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My hands remain so empty and inside me there's a voice |
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Summer nights |
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Suffused lights |
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Words barely and softly spoken |
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Hidden frights |
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Secret rites |
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Signs of promises broken |
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As the sky is reflecting its blazing gold |
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Mysteries unfold |
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As I walk this road paved with angriness and pain |
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the Tree of Life is eating with its roots below my feet |
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Everytime I try to catch teh tail of a shooting star above |
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My hands remain so empty and inside me there's a |
