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A spot of poetry....


I want to move you with my words, let my thoughts run through your veins. I want to tell you all the stories, give you the secrets to the game. 

I want to show you where the time stops, and holds itself inside. I want to let you feel the depth in which the universe confides.

Through me you'll see the darkness fade, all fears will fall away. Through me you'll hear the night wind as it trips along to day.

Through me you'll know what depth you have, how far your heart can soar. Through me you'll sense the future, in the ghosts you once adored.

For you, the worlds will open, the ragged path an easy task. For you, the heavens whisper, all our hopes have come at last.

For you, I give my heart, my soul, without the endless strife. For you, I give my everything, my hopes, my dreams, my life.
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