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sit under the oak so quiet I can hear the shadows move time stands just outside and I cannot leave can I have one last glimpse before I become shattered words break the fragile illusions of confidence motion pictures far removed this life is ill pick up my pieces and forget for today blurs of gray it's all gone before you know it the trip was short my memory is absent except for your face ingrained in my eyes your heart ingrained in mine From Letras Mania