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Poems that never touch the page. |
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The Lachrymose child. |
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Spawned by looming death of a heart once wild. |
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And all I know is that I have to try. |
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As the pigs yearn for wings to fly. |
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Unlimited heartbeats. |
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A starlight crescendo silences the elite. |
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You were wrong not to believe in me, you were wrong. |
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And I was wrong to believe in you for so long. |
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I can feel it stuck... |
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Stuck in my throat. |
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The penitence in my blood flow about to explode. |
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Solus statue. |
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No coward will reign from underground. |
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You were wrong not to believe in me, you were wrong. |
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And I was wrong to believe in you for so long. |
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Despite all of the things I've been through. |
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(My past feels estranged.) |
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I know that I can do this. |
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(I'm still a crusader.) |
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You were wrong not to believe in me, you were wrong. |
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And I was wrong to believe in you for so long. |
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Despite all of the things I've been through. |
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(My past feels estranged.) |
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I know that I can do this. |
