I am surrounded by the sweet summer breeze
lost within the echoes of tomorrow
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I know Ive said too much,
i know the night has grown old
but I cant stop listening
The storm has passed
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You remind me of everything I hate
I cant begin to believe, anticipate
How much I dont believe it's true
but everything you say or do
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Our Dear Mother
There’s a reason for every season
A reason for the leaves
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Sometimes my mind wanders far beyond the clouds;
I think of today, I think of tomorrow I think of you
I've been here, insincere, but hiding in the shrouds
Sometimes I think of what in the world is true
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I divulge not deep into thought
As I ponder mystery I laugh at her
She bleeds pity
so writhes for more
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Raise my spirit
It has sunken past recognition
Happiness captured by the dark
Now I'm bound by everything I hate
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The sky cries tears for the Earth to embrace
To hold her scepter high to receive
Belief in the mask behind the face
You give but you deceive
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O beauty writhe not!
Enter thickets fine and rich
'Oh the walls of thine heart'
Be patients and whisper now
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