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The wind that is not thereThe wind is empty in the treesThe wind that is not there
And I cannot feel you gentle breeze
Your voice is lost to heaven To leave me so I may never speak my love to the gods Helen I will never hear your sweet laugh
Or look at you at you second half Time tells nothing more then pain Or when I will be released but this vile chain
Why was I too late Now I must patiently wait
To see the glitter in you hair And loose myself in you tempting stare
Feel the softness of your lips
And clasp my hands around your hips
Can’t you see the pain I feel inside
I can never be


One that goes bump in the nighTry to hide but he will always find youOne that goes bump in the nigh
Run away but he can still hurt you
Pray for mercy that he will never give
Scream loud for forgiveness that you can never give
For he is the on that goes bump in the night
Can’t you see his yellow eyes
Out in the darkness where no one hides
He is the one that always can see
Things you never knew your heart could conceive
For he is the one that goes bump in the night
And waits for you to be alone
So he can scare you to the bone
He knows the secrets of your heart
And the images of your mindful part  


Me, my friend, and thineWhat is yours is not mineMe, my friend, and thine
But what is mine is thine
My heart is never my own
But thy thoughts are never mine either I share my body and my sole
And receive nothing in return
Can’t I have a part of you That is given only to my heart Wont you let me into your thoughts And let me touch the heart that once loved me Will you ever let me in to see
Or will you lock me here forever and toss away the key
Will I ever penetrate your heart
With the love I give so freely Tell me something Love
Will you ever learn to love me?
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Shh. I'm having a rhetorical conversation.
It's not how many breaths you take in a moment, it's how many moments take your breath away.
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Shh. I'm having a rhetorical conversation.
It's not how many breaths you take in a moment, it's how many moments take your breath away.
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Shh. I'm having a rhetorical conversation.
It's not how many breaths you take in a moment, it's how many moments take your breath away.
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