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Just give me nails
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To be my burden
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Crucified emotions struggle to survive
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And the truth, she has not heard for long
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Cold and bare, but sacred ?
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Who has the guts to spread such lies
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A picture of a willow - with a widow in black
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A child torn bear - in blooming beauty
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For she gave birth to dust
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Roses covered by a layer of snow
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Freezing wind surrounding,
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What you call holy feet
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Just a child without a wooden cross
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Afflicted hands towards heaven
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How could you dare deny ?
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How can you blame a widow
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For detesting who you are ?
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Bare of sore - touch naked boundaries
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And empty hands - a widow's life
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Willow
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| Diary Of Dreams |
