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He opened his eyes to view ***** hands regretfully in filth.
Sitting in the rain he realized it.
splish, splash, patter patter
He had made a mistake.
splish, splash, patter, patter
He kept his eyes closed believing the rain would wash the filth away.
splish, splash, patter patter
It wasn't until that moment in the rain.
He opened his eyes to view ***** hands regretfully in filth.
The first word, amazing
The second, conquer
Look to the mountains
Where the Blue Jay wanders
In the sky where clouds abide
Floating fountains flow far and wide
At the horizon and in the sun
I can see the shadow of my woman
Turn and give me one last kiss
The third word, goodbye
The final is, missed.
Live in a room of darkness for a while
the touch of a light-bulb will be beautiful.
It makes finding a lamp an obsession
Because the thought of light is hope.

Searching for light in a room of darkness
can lead to forgetting what is already there.
Be aware of the surroundings within
A shattered light-bulb won't work.

Cherish the light-bulb.
Find the lamp.
Use the light.
Open the door.
**See the truth.
I want to go on an adventure
where no one will bother me,
yet everywhere I go smiles.

Smiles like a child,
or smiles like the sun.

I want to go on an adventure

see the night on busy streets of the city,
wonder if the stars are brighter at sea,
feel the green grass of a meadow on a partly clouded day,
sleep on the sand and listen to the ocean,
make friends with a man who has no house but still has a home,
dance around a fire while drinking in an unsuspecting little town,

walk 'till my feet hurt ,
beg,
drift,
beg some more,

Through begging I'll find my fortune,
Like El Dorado.

I want to go on an adventure.
If a man walked up and pointed a gun at my head and said,
"I can **** you or your friend. Now choose who will be dead."
I'd gladly choose myself to die instead.
Lonely am I, when I lay in bed.
Holding on to you with just a thread.
Memories flash before me and I see you lying there,
All I want is to run my fingers through your hair.

You got mad when I didn't kiss you goodbye.
Every once and a while you told an occasional lie.
At times you were boring.
A few times I heard you snoring.
You never had anything to say.
We still had to talk everyday.
You didn't understand the hard life I lived.
You really didn't have much to give.

My room has no light,
and I sleep in the dark.
I shut my eyes but it lights up a spark.

Lonely am I, when I lay in bed.
With thoughts of you swirling in my head,
I become very sad, and then very glad.
Only if only I had not been so mad.

Your beautiful neck was so soft to kiss.
It is one of those memories I truly miss.
I always worry about that thread,
the one that makes me lonely, as I lay here in bed.

— The End —