Past the graveyard down the road,
Lives or dies a man out cold
Every minute is a burning desire
For him to feel there's nothing higher.
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A strange visitor of mine was quite upset,
Sharing his distress with me our feelings they met
Ventured in love to express midnight empathy;
What we looked for was stranger than our sympathy.
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Dreams are more than mere desires
You cannot hold on to anyone the more longer
For the more you think of them
The more they grow stronger
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You may have a preference
That may shield your ignorance
Am I too naive to believe
That you may forsake me and leave?
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The path was paved by not a stone unturned
My eyes resisting the road ahead
I saw a butterfly gently caress the air
While I kept climbing a trying ladder to paradise
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Gardens make me ecstatic-a green paradise,
I picture how it will be a sight in sunrise
A joy of carefree bushes relates to my heart;
Sorrow of separation from me shall depart.
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Your first breath refreshes you in the morning of birth
In the event of love smile takes shape to give you a form
Your shape adored by curious hands in the warmth to feel you
To feel you for what you may wonder but you like the touch.
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Not very often the train breaks down
Like human thought in the spring of negation
Not very often the tree falls down
Without the message of cold destruction
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Ironies halt and flow
My friend by gardens told me so
Words hiding in your submarine
Surface to woo your valentine
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