this beautiful saint is bleeding, fall poi-
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son words as arrows fly, while distant
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thoughts intrude like poetry, some
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apprehension...and some regret.
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why can't it be like it used to be?
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why can't it be like it was?
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here i am thinking about you- whenever
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i close my eyes i'm dreaming of you.
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And if i have to live my life without
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you forever, i can close my eyes and
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dream of you
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life can be so cruel- take away these
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regrets
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a shiny insect, just a plaything? have
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you ever heard the butterfly cry?
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would you sacrifice beauty for the
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adreneline? and would he hate you if he
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died?
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why can't it be like it used to be?
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why can't it be like it was?
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here i am thinking about you- whenever
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i close my eyes i'm dreaming of you
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And if i have to live my life without
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you forever, i can close my eyes and
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dream of you
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Regrets
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The Cruxshadows |