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Empty Nights
There might not be as much joy as say The exciting life of the beginning’s morn We can all claim to adore the day But the last requiem would not agree | In the day, you work and you play Yet you cannot leave the night scorned The world spins when the sun isn’t away…
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I Miss You
I miss you, mom I miss all those chances where we could have had fun The times where we could have sat down and gotten our nails done To chat about school drama or the economy I miss every time you called me to your bed to talk to me and praise me Even though…
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The Unsung Song
he unsung song is one of wonder From the highest peaks to the world down below I sit in the living room at last, all alone Then I become someone else that is unseen I dream of epiphanies yet to come | The world of the mind can come to form in millions of ways…
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Words Of a Feather 