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Tis time has come to leave my love when you fly away with the dove I watch as you rise above Tis this has come to leave my love I do what I know how So I dont fall to the crown
Sometimes a poem meets you and you just put it on a page. It's like it didn't need you. Sometimes a poem meets you. It feels like it could eat you if you don't build it a cage.
I sing in honor of death, the none believe in making dreams awaken, the years will wrinkle as you’ve done. I sing in honor of death - the none begin and end will meet as one. It’s blinding white with eyes so blacken I sing in honor of death!
She doesn't like the rain It washes up what once was sunk Dodging drops, all in vain No, she doesn't like this rain The shore littered with memories, pain She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
I am very hungry, I'm starving Lunch is in an hour My stomach is angry it's grumbling  I am very hungry, I'm starving I cannot wait to hear the bell ring All my food I will devour
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