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By distant moon Date: 2001 Dec 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.19.16.27.22765]] |
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I don't want to die tonight But it feels like it's all drawing to a close The curtain pulled, the oceans fooled The tide too little to care I didn't want to cry It seemed to belittle the bed knobs My wiles and wicked at rest I served a purpose, to God above But nothing I said was my best I couldn't think more of you You always blew me out of proportion Giving me wings and multiple halos, stacked But in reality, you are that angel And I'm just a mere admirer What I'm trying to say is, love. |