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My Favorite Song
Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again,
Because in visions softly creeping,
Left it's seeds while i was sleeping,
And the visions that was planted in my brain,
Still remains.
In the sound of silence.
This song makes my heart spill. It's just so pretty
I've come to talk to you again,
Because in visions softly creeping,
Left it's seeds while i was sleeping,
And the visions that was planted in my brain,
Still remains.
In the sound of silence.
This song makes my heart spill. It's just so pretty
Published 13th Dec 2014
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14th Dec 2014 3:16am
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25th Feb 2015 2:28am
Sound Of Silence.. beautiful song.. as well as this one..
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I'm a Rock.. is a close second for me...
Dave
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I'm a Rock.. is a close second for me...
Dave
14th Mar 2015 4:19am
