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Beautiful Destruction
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Some where along the way I forgot where It was exactly that I wanted to be. I stopped where I was and thought long and hard, but I just couldn't remeber where it was I was headed Everything was blury now, and the feeling in the air was foreign
Take this kiss upon the brow And in parting from you now Thus much let me avow You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream Yet if hope has flow away In a night or in a day In a vision or in none Is it therefore the less gone All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream I stand amid the roar of a surf tormented shore And I hold within my hands Grains of the golden sand How few yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep While I weep while I weep O god I cannot grap Them with a tighter clasp O god I cannot save One from the pitiless wave Is all that we see or seem But a dream with a dream |
