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Imperfection I've Had
In this dreams I keep awake / And sat me down to looking, gaze / I never yelling but there’s always a heartache / Hope finally we consciously awake / In a day got lost in a maze / A fucking life no holidays / A reflection that i’ve delays / Somehow hit me to rephrase / My poor sense of wonder / Consuming me to blind to other / Sleepless night I will go under / To faking smile just to honor / Through a leaves and all its fibres / Roots to the deep, can’t find desires / For all that songs we always require / Translating those feelings to fire / She the mountain, I the Sea / She wants to keep, I want to Free / If there’s conclusion for this kind of Story / Speculation, I want to See / Delusion, Complicated, I’m so Sorry / Imperfection, Humanity leads to Nothing / She the Mountain, I the Sea / Can't you see? We stand on the same Earth / Just a perspective, just a perspective
The Silence That Calls You
Back then, I shivering / Call to fucked up, simultaneously / But who needs a drink? / Me. May I take it two. / And it all began, / In the seas that trapped us in / In this abandoned memories / Recalling, recalling / And I should be happy now, / Reflecting what I've been through / But in my silence now, / You appear in me somehow / ..and the silence, sat next to me / crossed his legs, and we both agree / and I never let yourself down / even in this silence that alive between us / when there's no time again / i've begun to talk with you (distanceless) / even there's no feeling left, i recognize your blue eyes / that i forever adore. In my awaken day and my subconsious / you never let me in.. what should i do? / all it's left is memories of you. that i'll collect from a pieces. / pieces by pieces. i remembering you. / That this conversation, has to be done / Cause there's no time, again / To reveal what is been undone
The Saw
In yonder mill I rested / And sat me down to look / Upon the wheel's quick glimmer / And on the flowing brook / As in a dream, before me, / The saw, with restless play, / Was cleaving through a fir-tree / Its long and steady way. / The tree through all its fibres / With living motion stirred,
And, in a dirge-like murmur, / These solemn words I heard— / Oh, thou, who wanderest hither, / A timely guest thou art! / For thee this cruel engine / Is passing through my heart. / When soon, in earth's still bosom, / Thy hours of rest begin, / This wood shall form the chamber / Whose walls shall close thee in. / Four planks—I saw and shuddered— / Dropped in that busy mill; / Then, as I tried to answer, / At once the wheel was still.
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