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BehindDays turn to nights So easily. Deaths in the city, The number grows, And there's something She doesn't know.Behind
Trees want to fly Away, The birds wish for Tolerance everyday For planted they Wish to stay.
Her dreams that Won't come true, They'll awake the Sky And renew, The life that was Lost.
Her wishes will fly away, Her hopes don't have The strenght to stay, And then she'll find The things she left Behind.
by ~Avalon928810
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*Dreams, Don\'t Forget Them!*
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Time to give back what\'s mine.
Hurry now it\'s almost time.
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Don\'t it always seem to go?
That you don\'t know what you got \'till it\'s gone.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
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*Dreams, Don\'t Forget Them!*
-
Time to give back what\'s mine.
Hurry now it\'s almost time.
-
Don\'t it always seem to go?
That you don\'t know what you got \'till it\'s gone.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
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