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Mar 2010
And as the sun sets, a lovers heart grows cold.
Stood up by the only one they know.
The sun and her light, brought joy to us once.
Now the moons only left, to darken her glow.

We're lost in these faces, oh the people we knew.
The shadows and angry words we shared.
Theres nothing left here to hold on too,
theres nothing left to show that we cared.

Cursing and yelling, is all that we hear.
as we walk into this place we call home.
We're stuck in this place, got no where to go,
so many people, yet we're still alone.

I'll lend you my hand, take it if you desire.
My heart will always be open to you.
I'll never close that door, for it is yours to open.
For I am yours to love, and to woo.
Copy Right - Abigaille Warmington - 2010
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