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The ending seems to be a new beginning, I've learned how to fly from a Phoenix of course. With every guiding touch, my heart leaned a little less on that crutch. Softly spoken words fly high among the birds. And with them I'll peacefully revel, I've already danced my dance with the devil. No more bridges to burn the mistakes prove to be an easy lesson to learn. I'll stick with you my dear, only so long as you don't mind my heart resting here.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Dance of an old Devil
The ending seems to be a new beginning, I've learned how to fly from a Phoenix of course. With every guiding touch, my heart leaned a little less on that crutch. Softly spoken words fly high among the birds. And with them I'll peacefully revel, I've already danced my dance with the devil. No more bridges to burn the mistakes prove to be an easy lesson to learn. I'll stick with you my dear, only so long as you don't mind my heart resting here.
libby-duncan
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
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