| You may harm me, you may hate me, but you will never own me. |
| You may harm me, you may hate me, but you will never own me. |


UnknownTears will cloudUnknown
But never fall Not again Never at all
I have sworn my emotions shall never run free That they stay in check and Never take control of me But in some ways they still are
Invisibly bold They slowly take hold In ways that make me feel cold They force my decisions I would have made Force my temper when my anger has stayed
Misery works my emotions high Pain shoots them to the sky Never do I want this pain This worrisome chain And yet it its still there
My tears may cloud my eyes But never f
| With change does the wind fly, off the precipace and into the sky? As death claims the winter rose, what will bloom as her rein come to a close? Does the wind blow the dust away, as well as the clouds that keep the sun at bay? Does the wind whisper of the powers that be, and revolution its prophecy? Will the spring bud bloom with new light, or unfold in dark and gloom, smothering sight? With what of the rose's reign does this strong wind fly, off the highest precipice and into the darkest sky? |
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Idling waiting from sight to see,
wondering vainly of what is to be.
The waves shall crash as winds turn the sea;
the trees shall bow for all is key.
Something, soon, will happen to me.
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Idling waiting from sight to see,
wondering vainly of what is to be.
The waves shall crash as winds turn the sea;
the trees shall bow for all is key.
Something, soon, will happen to me.
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Idling waiting from sight to see,
wondering vainly of what is to be.
The waves shall crash as winds turn the sea;
the trees shall bow for all is key.
Something, soon, will happen to me.
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Peter Pan and Tinkerbell: [link]
--
Idling waiting from sight to see,
wondering vainly of what is to be.
The waves shall crash as winds turn the sea;
the trees shall bow for all is key.
Something, soon, will happen to me.
--
Idling waiting from sight to see,
wondering vainly of what is to be.
The waves shall crash as winds turn the sea;
the trees shall bow for all is key.
Something, soon, will happen to me.
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