If someday I sit on the top of this world,
Bring on changes with a single word,
Throw away hatred; spread only love,
Turn a vulture into a peaceful dove,
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Thanks for the memory,
For a man; golden history,
Lived a life full of misery,
A true man; soul of ivory,
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Six strings, amazing wires and lovely notes,
The only interpreters of my bleeding thoughts,
You are always there; understand my quotes,
Burst them out from your frets and white dots…
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Through the bright lenses of my tear stained eyes,
Saw the sun; as it sinks and behind the horizon dies…
And in one of the corners of my mind’s foreign skies,
I saw my ghost; crawling out of the past and all its lies…
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The passion of life,
We all agree it's a strife,
The passion of love,
Burning hot like a stove,
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Don't bother yourself, and build a wall around you,
Don't close the window, let the sun pass through,
Don't be afraid, that ghost has long passed away,
Don't fear that man, now flying on the Milky Way...
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They say love; Love is blind,
And true love is hard to find,
It makes you wonder now you're yesterdays news,
At the bitter end of a love affair,
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Eyes are starring now through an opened window,
Where once a white pigeon used to find shelter…
Now your look is so sad just like a lonely widow,
Remembering times when you were so healthier…
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When a person turns to wrong,
Is it a want to be, belong?
Part of things at any cost,
At what price a life is lost?
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Leave me alone, oh sweet dream,
Let me live my life, or whatever left of it,
Diminish your last vital beam,
I can walk in darkness; for Hell I am fit…
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