poetry written in a tongue that only you and i can read
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we forget the world with one prolonged embrace
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marching to the beat of a near end song
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your crystal facade cracks quietly
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with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind
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i continue trying to give you the key
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but your foot's already in the door
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one hand on the phone
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the other on a blank picture frame
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left alone to remember all the wonderful memories we never had together
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there were no memories for us to have
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move your hair from your face and look me in the eyes
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with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind
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i continue trying to give you the key
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but your foot's already in the door
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forced to forget tomorrow
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each breath becomes more precious than the last
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drastic weather changes make me tired
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hopefully the worst has passed me now
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flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress
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your intentions were more fair than your skin
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it hurts to smile when your indecisive ways
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freeze my emotionless expressions
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marching to the beat of a near end song
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your crystal facade cracks quietly
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with the legend of the mantis still fresh in my mind
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i continue trying to give you the key
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but your foot's already in the door
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flawlessly gorgeous you looked in that dress
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your intentions were more fair than your skin
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over and over again, i seem to lose my mind
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like a leaf in the wind of the most atrocious of hurricanes
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carelessly and directionless it floats away
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goodbye
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L'Aeroport
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Winter Solstice |