In the deepest educated corners of my mind
I paint a very dark picture
but not for you to see, I'm not that selfish?
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Saturday morning 6: am
I'm so excited to hear the ringing
of my beloved alarm clock
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As evening sun lays his head
onto springtime's frosty bed
the moon she rises up once more
stars they twinkle, and adorn
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I screamed your name up to the sky
and at the stars
but you didn't reply
I cried me a river
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And then…
in a split moment
my mood changed…
flooded by the darkest moments
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If it wasn't for my gentle heart
my feathers would have burned fiercely
a soul that once had light
my freedom just a memory
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There's something most intriguing
about the work of a great poet
once he's dead and buried,
maybe it's the simple silence
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And as I dreamt long
long into this beautiful night
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I cannot see my way
without you beside me
there's no future left
no future, without you
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And as I dreamt long, long
into this beautiful night
I glimpsed his grin
deep within
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