Do you see me standing here,
locked up inside your mirror?
I watch you every day,
standing here inside your mirror.
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The angle came and
the demons went.
The angels conquered and
the demons wept.
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Please, please, try to understand,
if not for a day, then for a night.
Please, try to see the light of reason,
the rays of truth and right.
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Soft in my rough hands.
Cool soothing, smoothness
over mad, crazy rage.
Vibrant colors swirling and blending.
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Give me your heart magic man,
from a distant and foreign land.
Give me your everything and all that you are.
Give me the season form winter to fall.
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Trees are our elders
we look up to them.
Their leaves shield us
from life’s harmful rays.
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I stand her tall and proud
bearing my leaves for all to see.
I am round, hard and soft.
I am the look that befalls their faces
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Happiness is ice-cream
covered with yummy toppings.
It is fluffy and soft,
and full of light and warmth.
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Pain is the broken heart from another.
Pain is when the sorrow bubbles
out of the well of your heart,
and drowns you in gut wrenching hurt.
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The bright, warm sun
glints of the cold, white beauty of the snow.
A grey wolf trots the land,
looking for prey to attack.
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