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As I sit here in my furniture of black pain.
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What a team - very nice!
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That wasn't part of the poem, I just thought it seemed like the end.
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the end it could be but a new start is now
I am a window and open to how.. |
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you make me realize my dreams come true
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Once walking the road of life alone
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and heal up this heart that has been brutally slain
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*oops too late*
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Thinking that I would never feel the touch of love
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then blossomed it did just like the dove
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opening my heart releasing my fears
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tearing down these walls that protest my heart
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to rebuild anew on the morrows eave
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that we can build with joy, happiness trust and love anew
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believing in this and has to be true
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oops
believing in this it has to be true |
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set aside but not to be untended
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given time, attention and nurtured to grow into something
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Two Souls Entwined for Eternity
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Sit too long and get battered from within
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