Silence speaks in volumes
The birds no longer sing
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Burdens are to carrie
In life we must be strong
because with out the burdens of life
you can never put meaning to song
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When friendships are close
and we lose sight of our friends
we often think
that its our fault not theirs
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The saddest thing I have ever seen
Was lossing my innocent of old
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Do you want to hear a story?
About the Deathly Hollow Tree
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Mine eyes can see thine own
As we travel back in time
Your sweet and tender voice
Caresses my very soul
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The first time I touched his small little hands
It was exquisite to the touch
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An angel stands with open hands
Come child take my hand
You glance, thinking, am I going insane
The angel replies, no child thou art not insane
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As the pink florescent clouds drifted by
The beach was pure white sand
And the sea, a brilliant deep blue
The coconut trees, swayed to the beat
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Burdens we carry
Why must it be so?
I cry and weep
For my lost innocent soul
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