raped of this seed,
in a womb of our iniquity.
there was a fantasy of you and me
in grasses greener than they ever could be,
and so the story went on and on
but what i failed to see was
my dream was but a song that never had lyrics from the start.
They simply existed only in my heart,
while you're sincere pleas that you would stay
were only a desperate
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