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The bayed back feeling that once was you Boiling down the ethereal , in differences I cross the twi's lights knowing I will be here . . . for a thousand years This is astound , no reason is clear Where the smell of grass comes to pass You remember a kiss that won't disappear . . . . . . beyond a thousand years Tuesday . . . dragging the clouds away Hearing the voices that were never there Telling me to hang my ethereals out to dry It may take a thousand years Cold hearted orb dressed in white satin embrace the shadows you cast across Tell all the Knights lacking they cannot win Not in a thousand years
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
One Thousand Years
The bayed back feeling that once was you Boiling down the ethereal , in differences I cross the twi's lights knowing I will be here . . . for a thousand years This is astound , no reason is clear Where the smell of grass comes to pass You remember a kiss that won't disappear . . . . . . beyond a thousand years Tuesday . . . dragging the clouds away Hearing the voices that were never there Telling me to hang my ethereals out to dry It may take a thousand years Cold hearted orb dressed in white satin embrace the shadows you cast across Tell all the Knights lacking they cannot win Not in a thousand years
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
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