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The soft morning sun tickles my skin
Oh what a night, and morning it's been
I walk with a limp, as though I can dance
My head hanging down, a broken mans stance
The journey is hard, through this craggled mess,
I say whats the use, I must confess
Almost been a year, since this day has passed,
and as for my love, I feel it's the last
My hand on the zipper, to close it up tight,
Although still I feel, somehow it's not right
A conflict of intrest, inside yet does rage,
I can't seem to find, a way from this cage
The afternoon sun, is turning me red,
In search of a way, out of my head
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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