Once in a million years,
The rocks will burst into tears.
Shears of time will cut the thread,
That binds every word that was said.
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Black and blue
Is all for you.
Love is dead,
Nothing was said.
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Green, red, orange and white,
Nothing was ever clear in my sight.
Silhouetts of trees and rocks,
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You are my rose,
I don't care who knows!
The rose is fine
Just like a glass of wine.
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One more drink
Just to help me think.
One more smoke
So as to not choke.
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Once upon a place of weary,
As the blood turns cold and dreary.
My vision was covered with spots of red,
When, now, will I be dead.
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My days alone in the fields are numbered,
In the palace she sweetly slumbers.
As I quietly walk to her mistress thus woven,
Whiole the Lady on her opium ponders at me and my head so golden.
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Double personalities is the normal description of a Gemini,
One for reason and one for partying till the moon is high.
Masks are put in place to protect,
But reporters of all kind will be ready to disect.
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The distance between us
Is enough to kill.
Our parents are always making a fuss
And seem to be taking our free will.
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