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A morning bird calls And the sun rises in search of the wonderful music Light pours over the dark world But instead of finding the source of the noise The blinding light peers into a secret world Built by two lovers deep in the night Two awake from a blissful dream And realize they've been exposed. The sun continues to rise The bird continues to sing And the two lovers get separated In their blinded stumble Abandoning the place that was secret no more The sun begins to burn their fragile skin And tears well up in her eyes. The forest offers her cover, And in the shadows she collects her thoughts Allowing for emotions to build. Nothing can rebuild the safe place they shared, Not even a river of tears can bring back the night. Not even a broken heart could bring him back. And as her world falls down around her, The vengeance she craves is soon satisfied. The sun stopped searching for the sound And the world fell silent Walking away under the setting sun The morning bird sings no more.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
The Day She Killed the Music
A morning bird calls And the sun rises in search of the wonderful music Light pours over the dark world But instead of finding the source of the noise The blinding light peers into a secret world Built by two lovers deep in the night Two awake from a blissful dream And realize they've been exposed. The sun continues to rise The bird continues to sing And the two lovers get separated In their blinded stumble Abandoning the place that was secret no more The sun begins to burn their fragile skin And tears well up in her eyes. The forest offers her cover, And in the shadows she collects her thoughts Allowing for emotions to build. Nothing can rebuild the safe place they shared, Not even a river of tears can bring back the night. Not even a broken heart could bring him back. And as her world falls down around her, The vengeance she craves is soon satisfied. The sun stopped searching for the sound And the world fell silent Walking away under the setting sun The morning bird sings no more.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
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