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On wrongs swift vengeance waits . . .
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. . .
The bliss of being young and innocent: we daydreamed without pain, without fear, without loss…
Music is the art of thinking with sounds. . .
But my dreams they aren’t as empty as my conscience seems to be . . .
Embrace life with every breath. . .
When i look into your eyes i tend to lose my thoughts . . .
Sweep away my sorrow . . .
I´m still waiting for my sun to shine. . .
Take a breath and let the rest come easy. . .
Because your eyes said you were feeling it too…
And though she be but little, She Is Fierce…
Lets go insane . . .
“Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free…”
She lives the poetry she cannot write. . .
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