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Morning Dew
Foolish my thoughts, running ecstasy with gold
the graveyard, silence broken
"still, Be quiet"
"deaths going to be coming soon"
My hand, he did squeeze too tight
"Do as I do, Just breathe with me"
"for a little longer, please"
And so I began as I had planned by the candle light.
The year and the month we fell together on earth,
of the winters that followed the warmth we received,
spoke of the quiet emptiness felt before the desire took
me from under the nights full shadow to where you stood
beside the steeds glistening moons glow full.
Oh boy!, you did shine life into my everything that meant
anything to me, borne from life's spring clear morning dew
I loved you before the sun first awakened my hearts loneliness,
sleeping slumberness to fields of glory we ran hand in hand was all I
imagined it to be, I took my strides, matching you
pace for pace, stealing your kisses to freeze frame, every one I
played back, returning in slow motion to speed up again.
He never squeezed my hand again.
But he lives on in me
Borne from life's spring clear morning dew
That's where I will find him once more.
the graveyard, silence broken
"still, Be quiet"
"deaths going to be coming soon"
My hand, he did squeeze too tight
"Do as I do, Just breathe with me"
"for a little longer, please"
And so I began as I had planned by the candle light.
The year and the month we fell together on earth,
of the winters that followed the warmth we received,
spoke of the quiet emptiness felt before the desire took
me from under the nights full shadow to where you stood
beside the steeds glistening moons glow full.
Oh boy!, you did shine life into my everything that meant
anything to me, borne from life's spring clear morning dew
I loved you before the sun first awakened my hearts loneliness,
sleeping slumberness to fields of glory we ran hand in hand was all I
imagined it to be, I took my strides, matching you
pace for pace, stealing your kisses to freeze frame, every one I
played back, returning in slow motion to speed up again.
He never squeezed my hand again.
But he lives on in me
Borne from life's spring clear morning dew
That's where I will find him once more.
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