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Darkness falls and statues falls The sun has set and hearts are unsettled We are murky over the flock We transform poisonous ghosts on the dreamscape
Goodbye, my love They say, all good things must end forever, you said Goodbye, my love I cry for life for the anguish eats away
Till I return to the Past I limp down the Aisle, Eyeing the grain, cheap spaghetti with a smile, With the joy was the price assessed,
A Swedish Beauty with a wave of music abaft her Her feel of the emotions, her knowledge of what the human facts were With a touch of the atmosphere of proper sexuality
Fearful that her rival surpassed her "Does beauty limit itself to a season?" But talent is born by the dancer Who channels it’s emotion
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe Her name was a Mother Nature and she didn't no what to do Her children were born on a packed earth
Now I know why shells carry snails For I find myself in Twitter Jail How is it bad that I have so much to say To share, so many friends to make?
We find ourselves struggling with this harder image A survival of the fittest or a survival of mutuality 2020 has been shutdown, become a raster image