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Post by The Sightless Dreamer on Mar 11, 2006 9:34:56 GMT -6
A soul torn from the arms of love A person far too beautiful to feel the pain The world isnt perfect like his soul The pain caved in and he needed strength
His only comfort was his gun He was out of time and he had to run Now is pain is felt by everyone He didnt know that he had my love
Now he's gone he ain't commin back Its too late to tell him i love him Its too lat to share that pain Now for him, he is laid to rest In the broken blue and white marble
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Post by The Sightless Dreamer on Mar 11, 2006 9:42:46 GMT -6
i didnt realize id already posted this soz
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Post by Laura on Mar 11, 2006 11:39:33 GMT -6
"His only comfort was his gun He was out of time and he had to run Now is pain is felt by everyone He didn't know that he had my love"
--is "now is pain" supposed to be "his pain"? I liked this part ... I think it could be made into a song with this being the chorus.
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