The falling rain takes your name
But it is no game
Though you're not here
Have no fear
I know the way
This time,
I will stay.

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Memories are like dead roses,
Lingering in essence
With only frail remains of what once was.

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Ah! How the sparks flew!
As she clutched him tight
Her nails dug in his strained arms,
'twas a colorful passionate night!

How she threw back her head
In sheer pleasing agony!
Fearlessly, as he reached
To depths unconquered.
A flood of emotions, liberated and free!

For there are some places
Where the sunshine doesn't dare.
Where the wind sometimes tickles
And then bursts into giggles,
'twas one of those memorable nights
Extremely fulfilling, and satisfyingly rare!

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You'd see stars in sunlight

A weak smile and tired eyes
You'd make for a sorry sight

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of the mist
in the forest of our love
or that it will never clear.
I'm scared of venturing too far,
afraid that I might find
I came all this way alone
and that you'd stayed
near the boundaries.

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As they surely will
And you seem to be walking
Forver uphill

A friend for support
In me you will find
On your perilous journey
As you toil and grind

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That it's real. Whatever it is, it's really happening.



That it's real. Whatever it is, it's really happening. And Oh! you still get to dream.

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cause trouble for the especially naughty children
because everyone knows
balloons don't burst by themselves.

Surely someone pricked them!

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Happiness is the smell of freshly baked cinnamon cookies in your favourite bakery on a
cold frosty wintery morning

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All things led to one
Mishaps and fortitude, hand in hand
Took shape of what before me stands
This single incidence compares to none

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