The Star of Sorrow
If dreams plague a man how would a man know he
Has won I say on to the victor I’m never let go
Hands to the freshest sense morning of bridge have we close the gap or
To far away to cast a word or a silly stone word move to patterns to close to
passion
Absence over thrive plays no patterns unto onto love
Can I be dreaming out loud
Vision of thunder without rain crushing on melting ice if it is all to go well to
happy well
Is all right to cry out the weather forecast never looking better
Once more
Absence over thrive plays no patterns unto onto love
Can I be dreaming out loud
Is it time for work again or am dreaming out loud or
Is it that good of love who said
Misery loves company.
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