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Riding on the moon My name is heard Trying not be blue The tide of life is high Sounds of rationality become drowned By the thoughts of disbelief Beauty is really overwhelming Dreaming is a tool for living Surviving is merely all that is possible Tonight the breeze of the night Will cradle the thoughts of my pain Beauty of the moon will transfix this being All that will remain is solemness and calm The shallowness of the frame Now a day the gray cannot forget the crime Ease of mind, for that there is time
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Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 5:22 AM UTC
Contemplating Night
Riding on the moon My name is heard Trying not be blue The tide of life is high Sounds of rationality become drowned By the thoughts of disbelief Beauty is really overwhelming Dreaming is a tool for living Surviving is merely all that is possible Tonight the breeze of the night Will cradle the thoughts of my pain Beauty of the moon will transfix this being All that will remain is solemness and calm The shallowness of the frame Now a day the gray cannot forget the crime Ease of mind, for that there is time
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emanuel-martinez
Mexican
Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 5:22 AM UTC
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