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Jan 09, 2005 20:30

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lost_inpages January 12 2005, 20:32:18 UTC
There's a silver stream, laid across the sky.
And this city lifts, up its arms to it.
As I wait for you.
Yes my eyes have seen, your unselfishness.
And my fingers touched, your two sleeping lips.
As the echos passed, just above our heads.
As the city flashed, just beneath a cloud.
That concealed the stars, that reflected sound.
And protected us, from an emptiness.
And then drifted down, in a diamond mist.
As I watched you breathe, as I watched you dream

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corsica_ January 13 2005, 20:05:47 UTC
We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There’s a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like:
Car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around

It’s become a habit
A way
To start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It’s real early morning
No-one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow him with my eyes ’till they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks

When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

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