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I. Used to know you well , We used to cook fish by the sea ., and chat , and laugh for what seemed like hours . Breakfast as the sun rose , the waves crashed ,    upon the shore until they could be heard no more . My words just resemble puff clouds now that just sail by , and now everything I do just becomes a more Complicated form of boredom . Where Sea Eagles made their nests , their talons now lie encrust in Neolithic tombs . For, What follows me at night , Keeps its distance at dawn . My metal gods goad me to become God like , and spit in my face when aragance calls . For in thirty thousand years when I. am dust And Archeolagists turn me into an antiquity , Angels will still be singing your praises , their joyful  song untold , . How our friends don't listen , and the bad shepheard steals from their love feasts , Takes and does not put back . The Suns setting , soon it's light will fade , Darkness will encapsulate the Suns Ray's again . Say a prayer for the dying  , Say a prayer for the lost For in daylight the heart beats For it's in its light that Christ is found , Sleep well my bleeding soul .
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
I used to know you well .
I. Used to know you well , We used to cook fish by the sea ., and chat , and laugh for what seemed like hours . Breakfast as the sun rose , the waves crashed ,    upon the shore until they could be heard no more . My words just resemble puff clouds now that just sail by , and now everything I do just becomes a more Complicated form of boredom . Where Sea Eagles made their nests , their talons now lie encrust in Neolithic tombs . For, What follows me at night , Keeps its distance at dawn . My metal gods goad me to become God like , and spit in my face when aragance calls . For in thirty thousand years when I. am dust And Archeolagists turn me into an antiquity , Angels will still be singing your praises , their joyful  song untold , . How our friends don't listen , and the bad shepheard steals from their love feasts , Takes and does not put back . The Suns setting , soon it's light will fade , Darkness will encapsulate the Suns Ray's again . Say a prayer for the dying  , Say a prayer for the lost For in daylight the heart beats For it's in its light that Christ is found , Sleep well my bleeding soul .
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
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