Barren landscapes reach for the snow
And our grasp at the threads
Half of life that only exists in dreams
Who's to say what it be like
All that matters is how the thought feels
All that matters is how the thought feels
All that matters is how the thought feels
How the thought feels
How it feels to think of what could of been
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And lines that erased words of repent
Again and Again
Again and Again
Again and Again
Again
All the myths of lost times
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Paths that have been crossed
I have received far more then I deserve
Cherish this blessing
Relish in this curse
Yurning that [?]
With life I'm so fortunate to thee
It's thе poetry yurning
A life veilеd in mystery
Longing [?]
Life of bitter sin
Grateful heart inside of me
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And I will leave a piece of me
For every part of you I take
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No Lines Away
