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The Scent

Where it all went wrong
Is when you sang your song
That Its just too long
Knowing you not that strong

You seek the richest ground
To eliminate saddest frown
And gather brightest light
From all who show delight

In time your heart will ignite
When love turns and takes flight
To know things were not rite
The pleasures kept out of sight

Don't be disheartened though
Each time it helps me grow
But know it ends rite there
My soul no longer shared

Peace will come to you
Peace will come to me
The cycle will then restart
I wish you dreams of art
Written by Sir-Anton
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