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Only Reality
RoseOnAWall

The bell rings its mournful toll
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        over a land fed by tears
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              but here we are,
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in this place between dark and light.
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      A place where only dreamers go,
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               a kind of limbo at the end of creativity.
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We sit and watch those dreadful cries of pity,
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              surrounded by golden trees,
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                           and sunny flowers
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         And we know,
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                    They cry only for themselves.
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1 Jun 07


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