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love :
A figment of your imagination,
Found only in your dreams.
It's sharp claws wound so tight ,
it hurts too much to pull them apart.
dramallama
Love the dead who loved to live
Cry not for those who belong in bed
Thier lives are over though they just began
Thier young souls soon live again
Forget them not and grieve them not
Celebrate thierlives and the love they gived
Gain from thier wisdom the knowlege to live and love the dead who loved to live.
- by fluffymoocows |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/27/2009 |
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- Title: love
- Artist: fluffymoocows
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- Date: 05/27/2009
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