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By distant moon Date: 2008 Jun 03 Comment on this Work [[2008.06.03.00.27.28272]] |
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The tears fell like glass when I shattered your eyes, I winced in a way that caught you surprised. To sully the name you give to your love, I put it to beats and drug it through mud. But all of the town they smile and know, that this damned facade is all for the show. Shaped and believed to give to the night, right up to dawn to share with the light. And live out your days craving that tree, that slipped through you fingers when you were deceived. But finding your way when lost in the low, so simple the sound but harder the flow. |