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Let your love cry out Let it fall harsh upon those Worthy of its pain True love may die But it deepens in the memory And your breath holds it so Your beauty has fear Of being seen a beast But they only have envy For a caged bird Will always wish to be The ones that soar in flight We are the sensitive ones The luckiest alive Who can't hide intensity Passion was not born to die Nor to sleep, sink, or bury But how it was meant to cry For tears are as fine As the silk they collect on And your love is as precious As the mind it was born from Don't hold passion beneath the ground Let all the world see it Up upon the highest of mounds

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Your love may be the death of me But it appeals to me more then living

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Expectation Has Killed Me For The Last Time

No longer shall I cast my sight into what I cannot see Dust can fill the cracks where flowers were thought to grow No longer shall I fall captured into a heart thought free Hope can dissolve in shadow, like rain upon deep snow No longer shall I expect wants future bell to chime Expectation has killed me for the very last time

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As I bow down to the destitute ground The soil holds back the flowers All around me lies the decaying mound Left by the sun, who cowers Confidence is a light to lift every head And teach what's beautiful to grow But if you never soar up over the bed What is yours, you'll never know

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The deeper the cut, the quicker I'll die Cold steel stings like an unraveled lie Freedoms overrated, shackled to the bone Rivers overflowing, banished to the stone Knife beset me before I drown Soil bury me, cased in ground These eyes are too tired for tears to dry So the deeper the cut, the quicker I can die

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The stars are harsh like little tea-lights Burning sweet wax into heat As they float lighting up the juvenile night Dancing on the sea by me feet The Sun has left to slumber quietly in the deep And taken the warmth as passenger But a fading grace of its beam still seeps Lifting the sky as lilac as lavender

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I've been sat with the window Dreaming out of it with my eyes Watching the clouds converse Until the rain flatly departs As some elope together And are married by the sun Whilst others sail alone And head towards the sea One day I'll break the glass And dance on top of those clouds

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If the world is mine I hereby ban you from it

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The night is still My mind is rampant With ideas of air And unfinished sentences This erecting wind Compels me to cover My body with stitch But still I feel naked And the moon hides No face to greet So I walk in the dark Only reaching circles

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I thought the passing months would leave you far behind But now you're inside my mind more then ever If only you knew how much I still love you

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You were as delicate as a dahlia inside my hand And protruding to me, for I was your sun Casting my energies, blatant upon you As I shielded you from the pests of jealousy I wished for you to grow along with me But I suffocated you, until you gasped refrain And all trust fell away like wilting petals The light I once shone, made extinguished You returned to the soil and buried the past And I stood alone, with only regret as my companion

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If time had no mastery And dreams could come true I'd go back to the moment I let you go And tell you I love you instead

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When the devil was banished From Gods good paradise Did he not vow to return? Or decide to better still Destroy his proudest work? For all through the clearing I can see he has returned Through the fields of stones And the cities of suffering The devil be an architect And he has built his home Inside the soul of man

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Silence is shattering All a cusp my head Echoes what was And what now has Repeating till vibrating Upon my heavy drum Like a war-beat And only a warrior Who hates the sight of blood And panics fear Will hold their head Like a possession

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If death be kind enough to grant me one last wish Before it takes my soul away from this Earth I hope your eyes will be the last I'll look upon And your arms the last I gain warmth from You see, my universe began with you It seems only right it should end that way too

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Only someone who has felt the deepest of sorrows knows truly where the soul of happiness lies.

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Summer brought disappointment The lilacs did not fancy to bloom No reflection grew any sweeter, Upon the backdrop of the gloom