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in forests deep leaves turn to gold. in lands far and wide the winds are changing. a chill upon the air; a storm surfacing. what is this approaching? the song takes on an undercurrent, a new season nearing. the land shivers through the northern wind. and I stand overlooking facing the dawn of a new time what is this inside me? I do not fear - I no longer fear. |
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home? I had one once. I remember when I was too young not to take it for granted. I remember when every night, I fell asleep in the same bed. home. a place I could navigate in the dark. I knew it so well. I loved it so much. home? that's a place where you feel safe and sometimes happy. I had one once. I still remember. I'll never forget the walls, the lightswitches, the windows the trees in the yard the smell, the sound. the radio on in the evening, the television on at night. the love and security. the tension. the arguments. more than anything - its sheer dependabilty to always be there. but where has it gone? |
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she's a raincloud in a clear sky and no one claims to understand why she'll always see the darker side and welcome winter in. but there's always something - somewhere in her heart she hides her worry sets out to meet the day like nothing's wrong but the grey always shows through and no amount of sunlight can hide it and everybody's got it now so that means that you should want it too. she holds her storm beneath transparent layers never looks happy enough to pass for normal colours wear away and the grey of her heart always comes through in the end she feels alone, day after day, for who could love a heart that aches constantly? only yours. take my cold hands and begin to unpin my heart from my sleeve and put it into your pocket, safe and warm. |
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I open my window to the sunlight as a dandelion turns to the morning. but time is against me, and autumn whispers of the leaves that fall. in white winter's grasp all is still. I am but a spark beneath frozen earth asleep under opal blankets. into the winter, I follow the sun far beyond the horizon. |
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if I had my own way one day would dawn without fear. if this world were a stage the sun a spotlight, I'd play my role without hesitation. if I could live one sunrise to twilight without regard to time and fear, I would sing out loud. |