Krystyn Maynard

I wander this strange land.
Bumped into the tin woodman.
Hope he helps get me home.
I wander this strange land.
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The stars shine bright in the night.
The stars.
They shine so bright.
I see candles formed in a line.
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The stars shine bright in the night.
The stars.
They shine so bright.
The moon rises in the night.
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We would watch the stars together.
The stars.
They shine so bright in the night.
You told me that you love me.
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The moon rises in the night.
I hear laughter and singing coming from a distance.
I approached the window.
She whispers something in his ear and he bursts out laughing.
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The snow falls from the sky.
Tears stream down my face, I look at your gravestone. you are no longer in my life.
I remembered our fight.
I won't ever see you again.
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I don't want you in my life anymore, our relationship seems perfect but no one knows what our relationship is like behind closed doors. Trying to erase the past but it is stuck with me. You have cheated on me and begged me for forgiveness.
I don't want you in my life anymore.
I can't forgive you. We seem perfect but no one knows what our relationship is like behind closed doors.
I saw him with his new girlfriend, I looked at them with envy. He seems happy.
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You averted your eyes to me.
I feel your gaze on me.
Baby focus on me and not anyone else.
Granted him the purple potion.
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A chariot comes and I entered in.
The wind hits my face.
I breathe in the smell of fall air.
The wind blows my hair.
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I breathe in the smell of the summer air.
The wind blows my hair.
The palm trees dance in the wind.
The water sweeps my feet.
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The rain falls from the sky.
The trees are filled with rain.
Brown filled liquids fills the brim of the cup.
The rain drops fall on the table.
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Her old wrinkly face.
Pendant hangs down her neck.
A watch shows on her hand.
Earrings shows on her ears.
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The mountains are covered with snow.
The mountains reflection shows on the water.
A fog passes over the mountain.
The ice points towards the mountain.
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I glanced at the book, leather
bound and worn,
White pages before me,
characters reborn.
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