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not every tear bring's rainbow's just as it never rain's when your eye's are closed and if you feel the sky is falling chances are it is when you put your faith in someone who become's the cause of this star's never part the night sky and never seem to stay too long if the moon is not in orbit and if it's where doesn't belong what is this that scream's obscentities just outside of the circus moonlight such creature's they stalk with out concern to whether you're feeling alright will it ever bee the same will it ever come to an end or will it just cry out your name will it swallow your very last friend giving no mark's to question's punctuating only that some day soon will be told with total honesty underneath the circus moon trusting with out question painting castle's in the sky runining both canvas and brush stroke the second we both started to cry what use is the morning if it end's to soon facing the demon's that captured you face to face at the sound of noon maybe it's best to just forget to let everything just fade for in the shadow's there's no diffrence between warm and colder day's time is but an organ grinder playing it faithfull tune not giving a damn if you're in my arm's or not under my circus moon every strike of the clock a sword threw my chest giving it my all but not feeling my best as destiny stole what my fate has sought loosing every battle no matter how bravely I fought but whatever I have is gone too soon standing both weeping and laughing underneath the circus moon - J.marie |
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