She looked upon the dreary world,
Into the shadows of the night
The people asked her to look further more
But she told them she saw a beautiful sight
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And at night we light the earth like little christmas trees
each tower, lamp, lighthouse seen
from space a distant reverie
if only
...
Ah, and this is not the waiting game,
I will not wait for you in the eves
Of trees we once played in
On empty swings
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You died before I lived
I think I've missed you every day that I have
You taught me one great lesson baby
But I'd rather have you than it.
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Why do poets so often dream of death,
And face it so unafriad.
Is it because they know so greatly of life,
And what passes us each day?
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My hands are shaking, feet tapping, heart pounding
My minds racing, reeling, never relenting
Everything gets to me.
Everything.
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drink the amber tea,
let it seep through your sleek feathers
and remember
what you do now only matters in halves
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