I would accept the silence of her voice as the sanction which would allow me to reflect on
Why i can’t be all that i want,all that i needed to be
For the sanctity of my own mind
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The all of life sorrows
Are the eyes of the morrow
When i wake to see its tears
Then i know i have seen
For when the next day comes
as sadness will
So shall gray skies shine
Unto the sorrows sun

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There is a force between
Now that its space has created
the friction
Is this a wonder of fact
Or could it just be fiction

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Games are played
not by the child like innocence
But with the mindful whos intention
is turned
these games towards
their evil gains
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[The question is]
[Is the question]