a poem
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the cold wind blows the rain off the tree
falling through the air
desolation in me
the ground below falls through the floor
and flying becomes
what i adore
the bitter sadness in love gone bad
spins a web inside that stands
against the opposition
evolving thoughts
whats it like to be one
how can we become
whats it like to be one
falling through the air
desolation in me
the ground below falls through the floor
and flying becomes
what i adore
the bitter sadness in love gone bad
spins a web inside that stands
against the opposition
evolving thoughts
whats it like to be one
how can we become
whats it like to be one
set your laughter free
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
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i could never leave you
if i couldnt stay
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out