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| Standing in the cold water, moon bluring my vistion.<br/>I hold a handful of wet sand.<br/>I ponder on the reason i fail to grasp this simole beauty<br/>with a tighter grip.<br/>The sweetly blackned sky looks down apon me.<br/>Brightly lit golden moon smiles at me.<br/>The wind rushes by to wisper in my ear and gently hug<br/>my pail face.<br/>I slowly close my eyes and listen to the soothing sounds<br/>of the horrid world around me.<br/>All so much pain and anger in this world.<br/>And yet this place here, it's so peaceful.<br/>The sounds of this world are like a hard core music.<br/>Loud rithemed and deeply worded.<br/>It seems to be the only sound.<br/>No the only music i can fall asleep to.<br/>And it plays over and over through out my day.<br/>It's the only song i will never grow tirde of.<br/>It's funny to think i'm the singer of this song.<br/>The singer with a sweet voice.<br/>The one that sooths the ones i care for.<br/>I love the music.<br/>The one called life. | |||
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