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Darkness falls
Slaughtering sleeping shadows
Left behind
Resigning His post
Light leaves
To lovers desires
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Darkness falls
Slaughtering sleeping shadows
Left behind
Resigning His post
Light leaves
To lovers desires
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She plays in the abandon of age
Not knowing is half the battle
The other being death
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They say everything has its place
But how do we know
The ‘x’ of the map
Is not the ‘x’ of the next
But ours
Rest your eyes in carefree comforts
And cease to worry
Of destinations
They say everything has its place
But how do we know
The ‘x’ of the map
Is not the ‘x’ of the next
But ours
Rest your eyes in carefree comforts
And cease to worry
Of destinations
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How to say what is a life
Warmth of touch
Companionship
Love
Coldness of the dark
Unknowing
Silence
Essential ingredients for the gift
Of the present
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To the old it is patience
To the young it is flight
To those moving mountains
It is dedication not of body
But spirit and mind
Constance
Not only found in sorrow
Approach and departure
We move
Scaling summits
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I once dreamed
A place so real
I cried when I woke
Of creatures so large
The ground shook when they spoke
Afraid of the size
Afraid of the chores
Afraid of my life
From here the rain pours
I learned to wake up
As the years went on
I learned to breathe
To sacrifice the pawn
Not just once
More than I could count
Whenever feelings of control
Were in no large amount
Lost in a dream
From a world that fades
How often you feel small
In the game of charades
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