The Last Love SongThe symphony of sorrow, the anthem of the dieing dead, now my dirge is playing, there's not much left to be said. Before the time has passed, lets try to reminisce,The Last Love Song
lets return to a time, when ignorance was bliss. When our only fears lived inside our heads, when everything that was evil lived underneath our beds. As we aged we learned and as we aged we yearned, yearned for knowledge yearned for truth and ignorance we burned. Then that time had ended and then I yearned for you, and until that's what I have that's all I will pursue. Call it determination or call it an obsession,
Trip of the TaciturnThe dark divinity of the seas Voices whispered through the trees Calling, calling.Trip of the Taciturn
So the sun bids its goodbye Raining light down from the sky Falling, falling.
The wind moans gently for a lost love Cooing softly as a dove. Why, why?
Dancing droplets trepedate the streams The fish float on, immersed in their dreams Soon to die, die.
Inspiration 2: Strikes Back
Yearning
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Your beauty's imperfect,
why can't I find the flaw?
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bahahaha
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Live. Laugh. Die.
and I heard about your poor toe. *pets it* feel better
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WOOT
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Live. Laugh. Die.
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