April
Tuesday 19 October 2010 photo 1/1
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So I'm closing my curtains and making my bed
Cause no-one on earth knows the pain in my head
No-one knows of the hurt or the strain or the dread
Though I'm over the worst
I can't face things ahead
I'm escaping instead,
I'm leaving this place
Erasing my thread and I'm cleaning my slate
Safe now I've fled, serene and sedate
There's no waking the dead when they beam into space
I've seen into space, shaken hands with the star
s And the feeling's great when you're landing on Mars
Dreamy and weightless in ambient dark
Only hearing the sweetness of transient harps
With my hand on my heart I assure you it's bliss
Soaring back to the starkness before you existed
Before you were born, before you were kissed
Before you were torn from the immortal abyss...
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