First Offering

No titles. Just words.

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Barking at the moon,
Calling card of the hunter
Night can be so still

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Wind does not fade fast
Sweeping, sleeping oceans lie
The goddess transforms

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The man is smoking,
He has no friend at all
He is mocked by life

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Windows to my eyes,
Never thought the world would break,
Innocence is bliss

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Don’t go changing now,
You’ve been the same for so long,
I can remember

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The song is so sad,
The memory has faded
They will never be