Saved by anna
Against Botticelli
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Another day dragged on into sleepless nights
I wish I knew no stars when the sky grows dark
Each one a reminder of all that we are (All that we are)
And how it fell apart
Monument to every meaningless goodbye
And a purpose I have yet to find
A pale light lingers no matter where I hide
Are you ready for truth and pain to be the same?
The difference between
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my
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