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We shall go and ride into the snow, We shall see the rivers flow, they flow thru me! Take a candle my love, Take an ax my love, We shall burn our way thru hearts and chop away above. Take your coat my dear, If you intend to get in here... You see you're not the only one who can't find me. We shall float downstream in a boat, We shall charm the Cobra with deceit. We can try to take the Dragon's gold, Or we can steal the Cats from our feet. Take a candle my dear, You might burn your way in here, But I doubt the fire will get thru the stone... Take that ax my child, but you just might drive me wild, The blood and steel won't let me feel alone... Many thousands of years it seems, Has led me not to believe in dreams. So if you will excuse me now, I must let Them know somehow, That They can't get to the stitching from the seam. Take your coat my love, But you shouldn't expect too much... You see you're not the only one who tried to get inside. Take that ax my dear, And plant it here. I know you will be happy to see me gone- In the long run. And promise me, That you will sit, By The Sea...
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
Eternal Winter
We shall go and ride into the snow, We shall see the rivers flow, they flow thru me! Take a candle my love, Take an ax my love, We shall burn our way thru hearts and chop away above. Take your coat my dear, If you intend to get in here... You see you're not the only one who can't find me. We shall float downstream in a boat, We shall charm the Cobra with deceit. We can try to take the Dragon's gold, Or we can steal the Cats from our feet. Take a candle my dear, You might burn your way in here, But I doubt the fire will get thru the stone... Take that ax my child, but you just might drive me wild, The blood and steel won't let me feel alone... Many thousands of years it seems, Has led me not to believe in dreams. So if you will excuse me now, I must let Them know somehow, That They can't get to the stitching from the seam. Take your coat my love, But you shouldn't expect too much... You see you're not the only one who tried to get inside. Take that ax my dear, And plant it here. I know you will be happy to see me gone- In the long run. And promise me, That you will sit, By The Sea...
Copyright 2015 - Crystal J. Wright
#love#heartbreak#depression#death#hopelessness#futility#mystic
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
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