We are the ones who beg, Letting our desires fester under the weight of others pain, We build up our walls, by the sweat of lesser kin. Give, we ask or be labeled vain. More, we ask be accused of sin
"All the World's a stage," A friend of mine, he sometimes said, And though he tried to show the way, They only care about his name. "Love is for the Fool," A blind old man, he always said, But of it'
Lost your voice Words into my mouth I'm north, you're south Rooms, walls and doors You whisper in my ear You're mine, I'm yours Give me sweetness and Give me silence just Give me something to hide b
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