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Read it, don't read it, it's your call!
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You've gotta dance like no-one's watching and love like it's never gonna hurt!
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Bedecked in resplendent glory I wander the fields of life's battle tired from the war of lost dreaming bearing only my tattered colours still held high picking my way past fallen hopes their broken bodies littering my dream scape coloured in the gladness with which they'd come left now to blend with the grasses their moments lost in time like tears in rain unmarked graves of the many passed by un-noticed by the few remaining die hards left to still believe in their struggle to still believe in their selves so strong a passion never daunted by the terrors of life more to be strengthened by their witnessing hardened by the fight to go ever onward taking on all ever thrown taking on the very fabric of existence to maybe someday find the answers to unasked unknown questions with a spring in my step and a fair wind in my face I boldly stride onward small in my watching from higher ground but big enough to matter in this soldierless landscape of life I find myself walking proud to be alive glad to be worthy of the fight happy in my solitude my memories my company my dreams my constant companions your image my flag to rally round.
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And if that made any sense try this
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When often seen but never heard things wander through my dreams mouthing at me like I know what they're saying and things just heard but never seen dig at me in the night till wakened and scared they've gone again to taunt someone anew in lifts and parks and spaces of convenience all over the world people sit and ponder life wondering why and how and who and what but never providing even a hint of a good answer or a hope or a goal just aimless aimlessness and more cold meet sandwiches than you could ever eat it's like that glow you
get inside when that special person speaks to you or passes you by in the street or catches your stare across a crowded life the glow fills you up and makes you feel so calm it's like that day by the lake in the middle of that hot summers day where you sat with your feet in the water and picked up that almost round rock that the sun had warmed all day so that it felt like yellow and you knew you could stay forever and it would never rain or get cold or dark as long as you needed it enough and you just know they feel it too or there would be no point alone for it wouldn't work it would just be cold and dark with sharp edges and no soft focus or flowers everywhere and your mother would be shouting again and your father would be crying like a frightened baby and no matter how you'd try to make it all right it would just be so wrong so blackly cruelly wrong that you'd go to your room and never come out just watch from your window with a cheap bottle of stolen wine and a half smoked cigarette you found in the street and you'd see everyone else happy and think it's just you and wonder how much a soul is worth and how and where to sell one or pray though not believe and salt still stings and red eyes tell and everyone just wants to get you down.
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And there's more
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The soon be queenlike princes people wander about like pinballs in the dreary Christmas glow of sleazy towns. Hard to find places found to be cruel in their finding reward no-one in the way that they were dreaming short ago hair brush in hand and gowned so cleanly bright in warm and private worlds of poster heaven and happy memory scattered toyland, oh to be there now so safe from this. All's not well in Christmas sleaze land where innocently arrived here people go expecting innocence and merriment not insult and drunken booze smelling grope fiends wandering wolflike round every corner and in every nook of once perfectly dreamed streets and Christmas towns only ever existed in dream scape wide screen naivety, hopes dashed to return home to reflect fire glow in their tearlight and place grubby in the pile of lost dreaming gowns the nights adornment safe in cosy towlingland again to sleep it off and refreshed next do it all over.
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