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Seasons are of many sorrows -
05-02-2007, 02:46 AM
Seasons of change
arent they ever so strange
I look up with tears in my eyes
only as he dies
i feel it changing
can you feel it getting colder
to strech out your arms
just so you can hold her
i cry with bitter love
as times will change around us
we pass away
in this last light of day
the real truth is often the one we dont want to hear
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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