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Have you ever walked down the middle of a street
or a wet, lonely alley in just your bare feet?

I'll remember that I adore you when I see you there,
with the moon in your eyes, and the stars in your hair.

A fixed tear turns to gold
in the middle of the cold
while the wind sweeps you off your feet.

A new future unfolds,
a Dustin to mold,
but I pray you're still there in the end.

I'll remember that I adore you when I see you there,
with the moon in your eyes, and the stars in your hair.

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Through the wall of misunderstandings and pain,
I'll stay walking with you right in the left lane
to catch you when the wind blows you away
or when the headlights start coming our way.

I'll remember that I adore you when I see you there,
with the moon in your eyes, and the stars in your hair.

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When the monsters come for us
there will surely be a storm.
But, no, don't you fear, for
I shall always keep you warm.

Look up, now, and forget where you're going.
The zenith is your guide, a path ever glowing.
Please believe me, dear, when I tell you sincerely
the first time I saw you, I fell to its ceiling.

I'll remember that I adore you when I see you there,
with the moon in your eyes, and the stars in your hair.

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I fear the night sky may fade someday soon
I fear the the storm clouds will still gather.
Yet I shall walk aside you, under the moon,
because the streets there go on forever.
It should go without saying
that I go without paying
any attention to you

Your life is my strife,
existence a pun,
and makes you look like a fool.

So you eat lots of shrooms
and listen to Tool...
what do you think that makes you?

When deep is skin-deep,
and piercings eat you,
the tattoos will only accrue

To "tell your story,"
and Whaddup, homie?
until death parts you

From the *** you don't get
and the lies you believe
to sleep at night, ****** and blue

If you were a book,
there'd be lots of pictures
and captions that just read "Who?"

with a  cover to judge
and be pretty true
an accurate description of you.
A return with gentle heart and eyes
to see what has gone through

To relive a day and hear them pray
a moral once held true

To search and find a place in time
and memories we once grew

Yet to discover,
in this wide wonder,
that all that's changed is you

— The End —