Ballad
A Song of Thankfulness
In the heart of the city's bustling street, Where cars and people never seem to meet, Stands a little girl with flowers bright,
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In chambers of your heart, a whisper starts to rise, A vision, faint and flickering, yet bright behind your eyes. It beckons, calls you onward, a melody unknown,
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In the depths of her soul, a silent storm brews, A woman cloaked in disappointment's hues. Yet, her lips stay sealed, her voice unheard,
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Extramarital Affair
When I look into your blue eyes Losing myself in them Your eyes sparkling and reflecting light The light of both happiness and pain.
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[Intro] Ow! [Verse 1] June Cleaver is neither loose nor tight June Cleaver is on in black and white [Pre-Chorus 1]
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Oh lovely rain So nice to see you again Such a lovely thing The life your water brings Sipping my warm brew I am soothed by the sound of you
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Golden brown hair Crowned with gold Daughter of a human king Until she was sixteen years old And taken from the world of mortals
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Can't you see them? The cracks all over my body Can you not hear it? The sadness that leaks from my voice Is love really that blind?