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Fringe Of Reality
I saw the fringe of reality
Burn in its past tense freeze
And the modern proses of a broken heart
Relapsed into a time when you never did forget me...
Why is it somehow the fire ran from its burn?
The inevitable passion for yearning
Making its way down 'cold' upon my pillow;
There was a time when your love never doubted me,
And in your soul disheveled you offered your cup and bed...
Remember the times when my smile was all you fought for?
I believe some sort of salvation waits on the other end,
A manage for change where our love is never ...