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Yet
written by TowelytheThing12:51 AM 5/26/04It's another time..
That I've seen your face.
Day after day.
In this god damn place.
The sun sets.
As we walk by.
I heard your voice.
And a voice with a cry.
Tear drip down.
With a frown.
It's all done now.
You are gone.
Yeah...
Yet I can feel your hand.
And the voice.
And crack in the sound.
I heard you so.
Tears a woe.
I cannot tell anymore.
Who you really are.
Yet hope remains.
That we can be together.
In the wind.
Your soul remains.
Yet you are gone.
And dead already.
Yet maybe.
I can be with you too. |
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