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BrotherThough wind should blow And ferry go And sail away thy lover Forget thee not Such lovely thought As love from all thy brothersBrother


Should I SayThree words to unite the waking world These words do tell a tale How simple they are when left unfurled Upon the earth so paleShould I Say
Held alone are they when said aloud Upon the earth so pale And shaking from green grass to cloud These words do tell a tale
Should they be said in their entirety These words do tell a tale Yet kill do they when dripping with impiety Upon the earth so pale
Yet I dare not say these words all three So maybe you in my actions shall see Their meaning without hearing a sound Know you are the best I ever found  


We, The WearyWhat, that love died and left us all alone? Who for, that we should cry to help atone? Who so bleeds to rip us of ourselves And why so deep should win for he that delves Deep within the writhing passionate resolve Where so many loves and hates evolve That so strain to reach a higher standard Above a moral code of blatant human slander Dream deep O horrid evolution Drip in cold and awful dissolution Realize the final human commendation And fall flat upon your dawning cessation Die laggard haste of man's undue distress! We see your wrongs as we do finally regress &nbsWe, The Weary


ClickIt seemed to me that no matter What I said, you'd never believe Me if I said you're prettier than The longest list of pretty girlsClick
But I told you all the same Hoping that one time it would click And you'd remember it forever You'd remember me forever
But thoughts like that are like dreams About places that don't exist And people who aren't around anymore Hopeless and unreachable
I dreamed those dreams on a nightly basis I dreamed them so you would know That even when we weren't talking I was dreaming you to beauty
I kept
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You search until your eyes are sore
For what was there, but is no more
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You search until your eyes are sore
For what was there, but is no more
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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You search until your eyes are sore
For what was there, but is no more
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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