June 16, 2009
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Upon the hard rock of roof
Giving my eyes proof
There is beauty beyond magazines
Beyond shallow tabloids
Surpassing the meaning of serene
Or the desperate way of steiroids
At first,eyes closed
So the wind can push my hair
End of light is close
So enemies beware
Shades of the fire of the desert sand
Disappearing upn forbidden land
It slipped away,that's what I let
Dropping the golden eggs of fret
To imagine you sitting with me
With dancing eyes on the sunset

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