Weathered Hands
These hands have grown weathered
From exposure to the sun.
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Goodbye
You called me names, you made me cry;
But then we changed in the blink of an eye.
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Come Back
One hour i treasure, pain has all the rest.
You seem to stand at sunset in the west
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My Secret Love
I found him where I sought him
Our countenances, shining with the inner joy of true friends
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A Picture Of Us
Through my words of poetry, I want to paint,
A Picture Of Us.
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Vanish
How do I express true past experience?
Have I been left stranded innocence with shadows
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Bucci
I don't understand; can't help but ask, "Why?"
What made you want to die?
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Beauty in a Summer Breeze
Swallowed in a dream of bliss,
and sunset berry kisses
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Liquid
liquid sunshine spills down
upon silken shoulders to reflect
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To My Dearest Love
In the summer you knew about my love for you.
The flowers bloomed, as my life was coloured in
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