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Let me lead u beyond the rage of poetry. When the sun sleeps and the moon come out to play. Grab my hand and stand by my side as we walk over the mountain and into the hill side.
Let me lead u under a dead night sky as the souls from our tribes wonder aimlessly high. Grab my hand and search though her dreams made by a potion of the seas. And see why they call him poetry.
Let me lead u though the soulful cries. As we move to the beat of the riverside. The thought of the sun beating down, I wonder how it makes it sound. Grab my hand and u will see why it’s just u and me.




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