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The wind whispers a cold tune, A sense of loneliness fills the air. The unkindness of the world Echoes through my mind. I hear people starving, Forgive me, for I am not I am awaken from this Sally Struthers Commercial, Wanting to ride my bicycle One more time, before questions Of heaven and hell arise. Into the sun we will walk One day, past the clouds. Are we in hell searching for righteousness? Do we seek that staircase To enlightenment? Do we follow the yellow brick road To wake from this dream Called Life. Departing this world is no dream, Shadows of an unforgivable past De-illuminates your destination And St. Peter utters “ Sorry we reached our limit”
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Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 2:02 PM UTC
Whispering Winds
The wind whispers a cold tune, A sense of loneliness fills the air. The unkindness of the world Echoes through my mind. I hear people starving, Forgive me, for I am not I am awaken from this Sally Struthers Commercial, Wanting to ride my bicycle One more time, before questions Of heaven and hell arise. Into the sun we will walk One day, past the clouds. Are we in hell searching for righteousness? Do we seek that staircase To enlightenment? Do we follow the yellow brick road To wake from this dream Called Life. Departing this world is no dream, Shadows of an unforgivable past De-illuminates your destination And St. Peter utters “ Sorry we reached our limit”
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alfredo-jacques
American
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 2:02 PM UTC
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