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A broken window, Stands out in a parade out gold, Glass shining, shimmering. The ghost of the past, Still haunts me, Night terrors grab me. My lungs breathe in desire, And they release regret,
Awaken she A newness of heart A rebirth of the mind   Quietly she embraced The day as the night slipped away
The me of yesterday, is fading, She was callous, angry, sanctimonious. She was abiding of God and a sinner in one, She is no longer living, from dust to dust.  
  The livened blue tinted with gray, I had no idea what you'd mean to me. Those eyes so bright caused me to stray,
Another nightmare into heaven Send a prayer to the devil Tell him I am no longer his minion No longer his prize
I wasn’t good enough,  Didn’t care about your stuff,  Couldn’t measure up,  Looked at the half empry cup,  And decided it was half full,  Bought into the lies and all the bull, 
The change it blows, across the sky. The wind it grows, as seasons die. Heralding might, with each new dawn. Winning the fight, through guise of calm.
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