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Sit around this wooden box
Let me speak a tale.
Of mystery or monsters
or laugh until you wail.
I spin my voice into cotton
to wrap around your mind
that fills you up with fantasy
that you ever hope to find.
Let me sing for you an evening
lit by love and candles
that's remembered for a life
even when you're old.
Let me tell of your country
of your leaders standing tall
comfort you in times of stress
when you think you've lost it all.
Have we no more words to say?
Or so soon forgotten me?
We had such fun together
We had adventures on each sea.
But now I gather dust
And I'm alone down here.
We loved once upon a time...
Could you not now listen near?
Let me speak a tale.
Of mystery or monsters
or laugh until you wail.
I spin my voice into cotton
to wrap around your mind
that fills you up with fantasy
that you ever hope to find.
Let me sing for you an evening
lit by love and candles
that's remembered for a life
even when you're old.
Let me tell of your country
of your leaders standing tall
comfort you in times of stress
when you think you've lost it all.
Have we no more words to say?
Or so soon forgotten me?
We had such fun together
We had adventures on each sea.
But now I gather dust
And I'm alone down here.
We loved once upon a time...
Could you not now listen near?
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waver
dance with me in this breeze scented with warm sunset cinnamon; let it play with your sweet baby hairs and loose little tears and tiny little worries until the dying light seeps into your soul and you transform now a half-wavering creature made of twilight and faerydust shimmer me, my darling! I want to be your rainbow sherbet girl: the moon dirt to your faerydust, the dusky grey dawn to your burning embers almost-night-light, the sharp newborn starlight to your heavy-bloody-deathless light catch my scent of cedar and citrus on the rain-speckled wind and follow me, humming-skylark-songbird lover of mine let’s waver together amongst the trees and remind the deciduous ones why pines rule them all when your lovely-sweet-sharp scent surrounds me with a crisp kind of warmth, all I can think of is h o m e
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Quiet
Quiesce Until the dawns Inaudible respite Even as the silent sobbing Tells all
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Roses
Wherever True Love's Embrace may Be. Whatever two souls wrap their arms, around each other like a beautiful rose. Isn't that a beautiful sight to see? May we all show sympathy, for the young and the weak? But some people are too meek, to see what love is. It's right in front of them! You just have to know where. Wherever True Love's Embrace may be. Whatever if you grow stronger, or you just wither away in the darkness. Love is shrouded with mystery, whether your backstabbed or loved. For the far and the close, scatter kind, and empathetic words. Roses are red which also means trust. Roses mean everlasting love, And everlasting peace. Wherever True Love's Embrace may be. Whatever your meek or afraid of. Don't be afraid, you are special. A special heart but with quiet lips. Love like there is no tomorrow. With its measures of joy or sorrow. It takes strength to step up, and it takes courage to be soft. Always, and always remember, It takes courage to surrender to love.
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