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break it up now we need some peace
a bliss sort of moment to warm our fleece
i trust that you won't let the sunlight in
otherwise they may have to call the beloved king
why can't it be a bird that soars higher than us
have you ever heard it complain or ever fuss
she thinks that we are loud and i agree with that too
we are inspired by the noise of the spoken few
the sun is setting the clouds overcast
many of these small moments tend to fly past
oh no, she is alive, breathing and awake
you'll never know what you have until it's all at stake
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Enigma
Poetryshe was lost in the melodrama of her thoughts they were caught in a web of all sorts
