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I will borrow your light to light up a path into your sorrow-ful nest That nest choked with red flowers growing and throwing deep roots...

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Till one day the breeze forgot about my windows Till that day the dust cut the chords laid by - the strings ever so rough from the broken...

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I opened the shackles of my eyes, by Tackling away the sleep crust Sneakingly sways into your dream I see my hands there I pulled them...

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If it's rainy I read If it's windy I take a shower If it's misty I part If it's sunny I sleep If it's dry, I go plein air - And paint my...

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Oh come on and hop on baby! Shrug off your pet peeves Through your wet sleeves The freedom wagon is coming Oh come on! The dandy man...

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From the cozy clouds of faded blue The lonesome stroke of sun Peeking into the handsome trees of green The red bridge read Not to pass by...

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Imagine a violin being played with a bow covered with rough lichen, and it seems that each and every string of the violin is being choked...

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One of the unique things about Tasha was how she responded to touch. As a child, she liked putting things together and maybe rubbing...