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The foams of the sea
Frown upon us
The herbivore world
Its all grass
There was a lovely lass
Who knows to know down
The crown
The gifts of evolution.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
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The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Hurts the world’s voices when, shattering the poor heart Alive we are, but dead when every corner... Hurts the world’s voices when, shattering the poor heart Alive we are, but de...
nice.. nice..
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty. Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty.
Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me... Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice.. Nice..
You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with a mask. You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with...
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set, At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set,
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud! Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud!
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