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She's leaving soon [Masked bandit runs onstage and stabs in heart, leaves] And it's going to be excruciating for The next month and a half But there is no such thing as goodbye Goodbye is, in truth A word, a phrase that should have no place in this world Seeing as all it does is transfer its dark tail to an Unknowing and usually unwilling recipient [Bandit returns, retrieves knife, leaves] The vast majority of the masses would consent to labeling my ideas as Idealistic. Fine then, I suppose they could be thought of as such by people who consider Them to be impossible, improbable, or merely unlikely There is a rhythm to my thinking, however, to Take a good thing and expand upon it, learn from it, live with it, grow [Clowns dance across screen] Until all the self-righteous fools and their cemented mindsets become old and Sodden with unknown wealth Intellect can only get one so far before one must understand that Not everything will be understood [Large dog chases tennis ball across field] And to persist in questioning, in excess discovery is to eliminate the wonder The beauty that persists in all things, or at least to Diminish it Keep the volume up The love strong The fire burning Your heart sound Your dreams huge My will stone My mind clear Our lives intertwined Our lives intertwined [Sunset fades to black]
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 6:05 AM UTC
Goodbye is a false word
She's leaving soon [Masked bandit runs onstage and stabs in heart, leaves] And it's going to be excruciating for The next month and a half But there is no such thing as goodbye Goodbye is, in truth A word, a phrase that should have no place in this world Seeing as all it does is transfer its dark tail to an Unknowing and usually unwilling recipient [Bandit returns, retrieves knife, leaves] The vast majority of the masses would consent to labeling my ideas as Idealistic. Fine then, I suppose they could be thought of as such by people who consider Them to be impossible, improbable, or merely unlikely There is a rhythm to my thinking, however, to Take a good thing and expand upon it, learn from it, live with it, grow [Clowns dance across screen] Until all the self-righteous fools and their cemented mindsets become old and Sodden with unknown wealth Intellect can only get one so far before one must understand that Not everything will be understood [Large dog chases tennis ball across field] And to persist in questioning, in excess discovery is to eliminate the wonder The beauty that persists in all things, or at least to Diminish it Keep the volume up The love strong The fire burning Your heart sound Your dreams huge My will stone My mind clear Our lives intertwined Our lives intertwined [Sunset fades to black]
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 6:05 AM UTC
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