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Song of the night
The night though dark and eiery
reminds one of many things
the stars that seem so leery
the moon the brightest hangs
The stars are made to remind one
that one is but one of the small things
That though not all is done
When finished it beautifully hangs
The moon is made to remind one ( Read more... )
The night though dark and eiery
reminds one of many things
the stars that seem so leery
the moon the brightest hangs
The stars are made to remind one
that one is but one of the small things
That though not all is done
When finished it beautifully hangs
The moon is made to remind one ( Read more... )
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when honestly will they realize once you give it up
you cant get it back
treading on the sacred
when will they stop wondering why the feelings
you cant earse
When will they realize they are treading on the sacred
When will they realize others acceptance is just not enough
When will they realize they are treading on the sacred
Treading on the sacred
a young girl cries tonight
sorry it is gone
Treading on the sacred
given away freely
don't let the memory fade
When will they realize that the sacred things
When will they realize others accept cause they accept the pain
When will they realize they are treading on the sacred
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