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Sing the song of love
Sing the song of hate
Sing of things gone far too late
Dream the dreams of pain
Dream the dreams of friendship
Dream the dreams of lovers down the lane
See the sight of beauty
See the sight of wonders
See the sight of our blunders
Hear the words of hope
Hear the words of truth
Hear the words always helping you cope
Taste the flavor of goodbye
Taste the flavor of lust
Taste the flavor of our long ago forged trust
Feel the things of fluff
Feel the things of warmth
Feel the things when you don't have to be tough
Smell the scents of cinnamon
Smell the scents of passion
Smell the scents of my compassion
Dream the dreams
of pain
Dream the dreams
of friendship
Dream the dreams
of lovers down the lane
Sing the song of love
Sing the song of hate
Sing of things
gone far too late
- by the silver belladonna |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/18/2009 |
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- Title: Untitled Senses
- Artist: the silver belladonna
- Description: Just read it there's no way to describe it really.
- Date: 05/18/2009
- Tags: untitled senses
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