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When silence cries... is it what |
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I feel? -or is it what you really long to be? |
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Depression grows again, to you |
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I pledge my guilt |
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Deserted fields |
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I strole -there is no relief |
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The bleeding night, surrounds you like a darkened veil - |
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The echoes wake my sleeping thoughts |
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The distant voice... it cries again - |
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I realise it`s not a dream, like a journey in solitude |
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Ignore what |
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I once did say |
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When silence cries... |
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The pleasant feeling of something dying (she said) - |
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Upon the innocent it will rise once again |
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A tear I spill, in silence - |
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Punish the word of wisdom that |
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I once gave |
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When silence cries... |
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A passage of dreams - |
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A passage of dreams and memories |
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Tiny little screams - |
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Feeble yet reveiled |
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Fading now is my |
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Oblivion |
