you used to love me, i used to breathe before i became your piano and you changed my pitch surprised pleased horrified me with my melodies controlled pedals and keys, fine tuning me, loving me with a master's eyes, a master's touch ripples like no other destructive suicidal notes ...
nineteen times two equals zero we fight over those years no over the years we loved now we battle for the memories who gets custody, whose view will prevail will you keep christmas 2000 can we trade for that summer night who won that fight (why did we care) would joint custody work or is it too hard to share, will this ...
received a telegram today i'm dying I need you to hold me it read i once stroked her back kissed her skin, smelled her earthy warm bright scent sunbeams would dance around our love, so bowed by her towering majesty but i can't do anything but watch you die so why should i go to you I say i put the telegram in a chippendale secretary gram rolls down ...
We have set beneath this Sun She has planted flowers For The little ones The memories Of you and me and he and We We have left and gone Beyond and our dear loved Ones Wait Some will come to meet Us and some we dream and Yearn for still We may again some brighter Day reunite and still we May On the other side of this setting Sun ...
i "heard" this one day. knew at the time that there's more, but so far haven't heard it. don't mind. don't find it very pleasant. I sent 2000 children to The Promised Land Headed to Mecca with a Gun in their hands
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