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May 2012
No one left to hear your curses
No one here to see your verses
Lost amongst the stars and trees
Kneeling softly upon your knees
I would gladly give my blood and tears
To ease you softly into your years
Hopeless though the night may seem
For you the sun will always beam
My hand outstretched with cold blue fire
Offer eternally all that you desire
Filling your coffers with jewels and gold
A lesson that will give you few loves to hold
For in the end you must understand
That I am a God and you merely a man
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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     Brandon
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