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love sought and lost
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to drink cool on parched lips Tear rolls in slow motion in heat of days gone clearer of walk insider in dreams please tell a heart cold in cool resolve dying baby in talk walk broken past sleep victim have you got slow roll to sleeve burns to grieve in hill could be wrong but not yet river bends to sea cry die in a heat of lot salt takes it toll what of love what of love cold as the wind she came heart placed in stroll or toll lot stands in blood of love gone sigh in cry picks seeing yet cast lost yet all grabs into he memory of peace hill climbed in her mind as the body weeps to be a shadow cast in a victim not a pleasant role sleep tells the take of hurt broken heart in a cemetery dying resolved in a bed cold for many as the touch of age please falls in gifts requested to lead children from knowing you gone to the sea and back as the drink of life upon parched tongue left gone to the sea and back as the drink of life upon parched tongue left please falls in gifts requested to lead children from knowing you dying resolved in a bed cold for many as the touch of age to be a shadow cast in a victim not a pleasant role Tear rolls in slow motion in heat of days gone clearer of walk insider in dreams please tell a heart cold in cool resolve dying clearer of walk insider in dreams please tell a heart cold in cool resolve dying baby in talk walk broken past sleep victim have you got slow roll to sleeve burns to grieve in hill could be wrong but not yet river bends to sea cry die in a heat of lot salt takes it toll what of love what of love left hard the rest you play a blue flew age stops in lost memory role slow to mend place burn gone to vest in test of heartache gone slow as vapors pull time hard please keeps time a ripple in cry to be dying in willows mend a tear thanks a lot sleep kept in words of fools loved and laughed to remember a victim in rest of dreams gone cold hill stops in a roll past memory that was past due yet a stop in whiskey slips past the lingering of tears cry me to sleep in a keeping this work held to be as life lot pleases the girl on a dream of works to be better than toll falls past the hue of every heartbreak in yesterday�s tear love has finally kept me a place to refresh