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Sunday Simplicity

When I'm being weighed down, by your heavy rain clouds, I feel our time running out, Is this our finale? I feel like I'm chasing a ghost, Tracing you along the coast, a preciousness I treasured most, What are we worth? Recently, I find time evading me, like a forgotten dream and I stand frozen in time. I want to take a train back to Sunday Simplicity, When I knew right from wrong , the distinction was easy. So I won't circumvent, or pretend that I want crazy. but a crazy that's simple and I know it's what you can't give me.
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aisling-o-l
Irish
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Oct 4, 2013
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