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01-08-2011, 10:09 AM
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Something causing fear to fly Rising like a dark night In silence Traveling like a broken boat Heading for the sky And I'm an island I watched you disappear into the clouds Swept away into another town The sun is in the east, Rising for the beasts And the beauties I wish that I could tear it down, Plant it in the ground to warm your face The world carries on without you But nothing remains the same I'll be lost without you Until the last of days |
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