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The little turtle swam at night in a dark and angry sea.

He was cold and he was tired; there were places he'd rather be.
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Close your eyes and take a breath. Put your mind at ease.
Rest assured the world will give you everything you need.
When it seems the road is steep and life brings you to your knees,
feel the grass under your feet and listen to the trees.
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Since I was a little boy, I wondered if this world
would bring me grief or bring me joy, would bring that special girl
who'd steal my heart and make me smile to think about her face.
And when I started to walk those miles, it seemed a better place
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I saw a couple kissing in the street; my heart did long for thee;
I heard a song we loved so much, a simple melody
I felt a raindropp on my cheek, no softer than your kiss.
I tasted candyfloss so sweet; light and pink as lover's lips.
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His hair was tangled, his clothes a mess;
his life was unfolding nonetheless.
His face was weathered, unshaven and tired,
but in his eyes, there burned a fire
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A silver light as thin as a web creeps into my room
and flickers about just over my head as whispers of perfume.
Faintly mesmerizing as a dream I want to return,
it darts about one moment more, then rides its brief sojourn
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I believe in life everlasting. No one dies even when they're not whole.
I believe you get what you pay for. I believe the eyes are the windows to the soul.
I believe it's really not okay to end a relationship with an email.
I believe it's bad karma to laugh at others when they fail.
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Walk to the sun and talk to the moon.
All that you prayed for is coming soon.
My love will never leave you, my heart is always near.
My hand is sure, my shoulder strong, my silence deep, my vision clear.
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I wear a cross around my neck, a reminder to ever be
the man I am, the man I can, the best for me. And she.
I cross my fingers that one day our paths will cross as they did when
we lived and loved in golden time. I cross myself again
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When you need me, close your eyes. When you want to hear my voice,
just listen to the night time breeze. And in your heart rejoice
that we can be again together when memory provides
a path that only we can share. Feel me by your side.
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