Saturday, July 11, 2009

ƒ@vor!†e 3mo s0ng/mu$!c qu0teZ


-the bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone-

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-do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good.
his life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours.
were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words-

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-now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone-

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-were here.
we saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
we caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
we were not liars,
but thieves of time.
for now time has now forgotten us,
yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
this place that was ours-

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