Delicately place each word
On the page.
Careful,
Careful,
All it takes is a whisper
Out of place...
To disturb the poet's perfection.
Delicately place each word On the page. Careful, Careful, All it takes is a whisper Out of place... To disturb the poet's perfection. |

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~Your lips are moving
But all I hear
Is static pollution
Ringing in my ears~
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I'll sit under the stars and I'll play my guitar and I'll let the night draw to a close, and all who surround me will sing and they'll strum, and we'll all love the life that we chose.
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