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You think you really know, what could a dead man need except an empty grave. The wind rustles the leaves shifted by autmn time, I hear the crisp footprints approaching from behind The corners curl as they fall like a ship in the vast ocean Moving along with no care, no direction just falling effortlessly We mourn the time that we did not Branches stretch across blue grey cloud covered sky You are behind me swaying as I smell you side to side We are still, admiring the natural carpet laid before us Sometimes you choose a leaf or two just like childhood memories We are older through the autumn of our own Travelling through this tale of ours It is a choice to stop and notice the beauty around that caught by a snare like rabbit we forget, The steel as it pierces the defenseless and unwary Challenge to choose to really see to let go away and climb the trees Lets walk on sandy beaches in the midst of a storm Take a chance to live and love This time I will be different I promise............. Do you know, you think you do
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
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You think you really know, what could a dead man need except an empty grave. The wind rustles the leaves shifted by autmn time, I hear the crisp footprints approaching from behind The corners curl as they fall like a ship in the vast ocean Moving along with no care, no direction just falling effortlessly We mourn the time that we did not Branches stretch across blue grey cloud covered sky You are behind me swaying as I smell you side to side We are still, admiring the natural carpet laid before us Sometimes you choose a leaf or two just like childhood memories We are older through the autumn of our own Travelling through this tale of ours It is a choice to stop and notice the beauty around that caught by a snare like rabbit we forget, The steel as it pierces the defenseless and unwary Challenge to choose to really see to let go away and climb the trees Lets walk on sandy beaches in the midst of a storm Take a chance to live and love This time I will be different I promise............. Do you know, you think you do
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kevin-deering
Wicklow, Ireland
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
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