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A dash between the life and death
between what’s done and said
and what will be no more...
A
dash between the night and day Between who’s here to
stay And
who’s there gone anyway
Opening your eyes from
the first scream of life
when
you will close them every night
how important please
realize
is the
morning after light... when your eyelids again rise
The problems they grow
keep us busy while the
pain we have inside sometimes is worse than what we guess....
A dash a little short
straight line that many times will hide a great long winding life
For who’s around you
taking cafe of your last breaths
when he will see your eyes
still closed
while
already in the sky there’s the
sun now shining high
that’s
the worst bad tearing time
The problems they grow
keep us busy while the
pain we have inside sometimes is worse than what we guess.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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