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secret Santa had other views

Secret Santa treat me nice and fair
Be generous be kind beyond compare
Don't give me stuff that I will never use
Something

Close my eyes 
A distant plea escapes into the night 
Encased in beams of light 
Beyond the door 
An endless void, uncertainty in view 
Pick up

sentence
Or any image
How do you relate to what you see?
On the rise, the sun, the moon
The steadfast planetary view
The ancient ones above
Easy to forget

In the dark we chase the light, two dreamers on the rise
Laughter on stage, our hearts in the skies
Every night we hustle, side by side we fight

You appear in the dawn
The traces remain waiting for night
Out of place... out of mind...
The spirits in view staring on you

More and more
Days go

There's a place that I hide
Where the sun never shines
Where winds blow cold
And loneliness rains
Take me far beyond all the waves where the sun

a lookout for that phantom roadster Racing the rising sun

On the Old Highway-- Then came the sun's rays
Beyond the valleys' view Semi and roadster Cruising

the view
I'm haunted by the memory
Of who
I used to be
I'm calmer
Aligned and
My auras changing
Can't you see my name
In lights
Woah

Just spare me the time

with the barbarians staying off the views of the cameras
Life hard on us beyond measures
Regardless the hardness young nigga still dey hunt treasures

orchard I espied...
(Where swooning trees and moonless beams vied
For the painted eye of the royal bride
Whose gliding curves were deified)
...beyond Her

they stand firm and true,
Seeing earth, stone, and gold with equal view.
Unmoved by pleasure or by pain,
In wisdom's light, they always remain.

Blame

To traveling over seas
Where people view you as gods
And kiss the ground by your feet
From where I stood at on the outside looking in
With all my internal

road
These employed-by-their-ego gatekeepers do not have gate codes, huh
My bad, you see, frustration fuels the flex
I do what I can and I let God

I've made my excuses
I've tried to hide away
I've drifted far beyond where I should be
The tension is building
I've nowhere to go
Trapped in

""Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear"" by Elizabeth Gilbert is a captivating and empowering book that encourages us to embrace our creativity

He had a guide book and binoculars.
He called himself a birdwatcher.
But he knew that we were seeking out
Something beyond geese and grouse.

Ravaged

Nothing changes in the day by day 
But then we look back 
And nothing is the same 
What do we cling to at the last? 

Boring stories of foolish acts

Nothing changes in the day by day 
But then we look back 
And nothing is the same 
What do we cling to at the last? 

Boring stories of foolish acts

Nothing changes in the day by day
But then we look back
And nothing is the same
What do we cling to at the last?

Boring stories of foolish acts

Nothing changes in the day by day 
But then we look back 
And nothing is the same 
What do we cling to at the last? 

Boring stories of foolish acts

Nothing changes in the day by day 
But then we look back 
And nothing is the same 
What do we cling to at the last? 

Boring stories of foolish acts

Nothing changes in the day by day 
But then we look back 
And nothing is the same 
What do we cling to at the last? 

Boring stories of foolish acts

Nothing changes in the day by day 
But then we look back 
And nothing is the same 
What do we cling to at the last? 

Boring stories of foolish acts

rescind.
In the warmth of the setting sun,
I read your letter, one by one,
Every word a tender embrace,
In this season's gentle grace.

Chorus:
Oh, love