Every drop of water
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descending like a pearl
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lays upon the silken skin
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of this perfect girl
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The breeze around her body
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moved upwards to her face
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it held on like a baby
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that found its resting place
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Voices from the night before
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cannot be denied
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suddenly revealing
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all the pain inside
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Entering a well of thoughts
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all her fears subside
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all the bad things turning to
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a blessing in disguise
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She was the faintest flower
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washed in by the tide
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sending silent messages
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to the world outside
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Her face began to soften
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her lips took on a smile
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the people who had loved her
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came rushing to her side
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Voices from the night before
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cannot be disguised
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suddenly revealing
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all the pain inside
|
Entering a well of thoughts
|
all her fears subside
|
all the bad things turning to
|
a blessing in disguise
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Blessing In Disguise
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| Annie Haslam |
