Love is said to be blind of race
Outlasting the slowed, dreary pace
Verified by the look on her face
Infected by the eyes that dare space
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Am I far from finding God?
Where is his heart?
Does David know
He pursued it so
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From the days before the days before my birth
A slightly catastrophic mood fell over the earth
See before things made of paper and cotton were considered of worth
Before the world needed a nazi reason to hurt
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Her happy hurts
Her sad silences
Her groans grow
With every light her eyes glow
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Lights
Something doesn't feel right
You walk and walk deeper into the night
Wondering why you'd try to not die on a road that's named suicide
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