Knights of valour and roses,
across the harsh and mundane,
right on the knees set the poses,
afore her eyes and go insane.
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Been a while since the flock flew
all the white pigeons in a sky so blue
But right in the middle I can see
a lost bird in its captivity
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Rushful streets, never calm
and hideous heat, merciless sun
Who looks around, who got the time?
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memories come and go,
my rocking chair work out the flow.
Sweet fire keep the cold heart warm,
away from blurry past and the storm.
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There,
somewhere in the horizon,
aridity with no passion,
the weather is not fair.
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I would get the stars,
from the heavens, see?
Or even swim the seven seas,
maybe if you just asked me.
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And I could,
list one thousands words,
and one.
About things,
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Lived my life, and the turbulent times,
raising up from infancy, and taught to be a man.
Thought of all the command and conquer,
as it is how to become one survivor.
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