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"Letter To My Unknown Lover"

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"Les Amants" by Rene Magritte Sir, the other day  i was passing by your heart and I stopped to listen to its beat So smooth and gently rythm... Was she beating for me? No answer was given... At on ce, my mind  starte d wispering "Don't let it pass away It 's the time for offering" So, I'm offering you my beating heart placed her right on your soul's door hold her gently in your hands Should you ever need  you will always feel her beat is there for you, no matter the passing hours... As now you should know, for I 've always knew... My hours are believing you As soon as you appear, they stop.  I' m just wondering when are you going to appear  For I lust to stop my hours for you
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The White Feather's Flow

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Have you seen it? Right on the top of the clouds Flowing by the wind Touching rough drops of rain and soft flakes of snow Have you seen it? Excessively going down To be connected with the earth's breath It's all in white Should it ever been Would it ever will be? I ' m calling to the Angels Don't let it drop down For it's whitness shall become darkness For it's purity Shall become filthyness Hold it on the top of the clouds For there sleeps its truth Never let it down Earth is full of mad and coldhearted faces Its purinity will vanish Please let it up where it belongs No other place is better to be than where God lives and always will be Please, keep it up because you know, The White Feather Flow must never reach here down below
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"My Dad Was a Ghost"

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Just "click" on it Μ y Dad was a ghost As soon as he opened the door,  terror was spread in the air. My Dad was a ghost Left in his loneliness, Sleepless guard of Honor and Reputation His glance always in readiness just in case bad behaviors happened then punishment would follow. My Dad was a ghost Through the tv he received the messages throughout the movies his painful past  was forgotten for a while. My Dad was a ghost always unspoken and angry trying to get rid of his suffering… but it was an unbearable load. My Dad was a ghost He didn't know He couldn't see He never cared As he didn't live it up Always struggling to get rid of ugly images  of his youth. My Dad was a ghost Always running  away from his home a drifter and a dropout, as soon as he got back punishment would follow. My Dad was a ghost Punished and Punisher Black images flew all over the house as soon as he
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