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I strike up these thoughts like a wet match. It's never quite there. Inspiration falls short as the time never helps. I close my eyes and let perfection... wash over me. I close my eyes and let, perfection, wash over me. Faking like words are enough to describe what I feel. Why, would he feel, like that? It is simple. It just takes time for realization to set in. It just takes time, for, realization... I wish the weather, would get better here. For our sake. I wish, the weather, would get better Here for our sake. For our... sake. The sickening feeling, of something always going wrong. A closed eye doesn't shut anything besides light. Anything, besides, light. A hymn for the angels... listening. Please carry us untill there is nothing left From Letras Mania