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at hand the wind altogether silent
Frozen of heart awaken from a time and risen
By the dying breeze and the sound of battle never ends...
Tragedies blows
of the hurt you call your own
love is suicide
the empty bodies stand at rest
casualties of their own flesh
afflicted by their dispossession
but no bodies ever
In a room above a busy street
The echoes of a life
The fragments and the accidents
Separated by incidents
Listen to by the walls
We share
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
You are not afraid of the fire
'Cause You can bring these ashes back to life
When I am surrounded by flames
I have this confidence
When nothin'
Night winds cold and melancholy
Wail the ? and holly
Oh my tragedy
Like a misery
Made for only me
While I linger weary
'Neath a willow
Night winds cold and melancholy
Wail the ? and holly
Oh my tragedy
Like a misery
Made for only me
While I linger weary
'Neath a willow
that twist neurons inside
But without them, I'd die
They say there's irony in the music, it's a tragedy
I see nothing Greek in it
Give me a mausoleum
There's no happiness in a smiling face that's crying deep inside
You are trapped in this repetitive phase called tragedy of life
You slip into a roll
Governed by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffering what they must?
Oh, and the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex
Damit look at me all this hurt you see it was caused by (you)
All the things baught they could never cause as much pain I took from (you)
Now you look
a television crew here from ABC
Filming Rio Lempe and the refugees
Calling murdered children the 'tragedy'
Of El Salvador
Before the government cameras 20
to me
I'll confess this you're my tragedy
I paid you to rest this
As fast as you turned on me
Gone for ever
Vanished the memories
This face of pleasure
to himself
E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee
G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyzer. Mr Alastair touched off the tragedy
Winter displayed in a snow white haze
Fires burning brightly in the night
Tragedy and mystery
Open your mind and you will see
From waterfalls
Watch the night slip away
It's what I've done because your eyes saw such a tragedy
Such a tragedy
Tell the rest to me now
It's what you mean, but I
Oh the Vulgate turns
After the battle by the sea
Arthur died at Camlann
And so ends our history
Guinevere forgotten
By the writers of this tale
She
to the light in hopes of finding healing
No relief was mine, I was burnt by the sun
Fear memories are all that lie ahead
Never have I felt so lost
Fear tragedy
Tragedy Or Luck
Music and Lyric by Zhaklin (ASCAP)
Published by Mystique Worldwide Publishing (ASCAP)
Copyright, 2018 Zhaklin
I don’t know if
He grew up in some forgotten midwest town
His mama raised him well
Barely getting by, but he'd be okay
As far as he could tell
Oh, the plant in
We've got nothing to fear but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken
limericks carved
By the old pay phone
[Chorus]
And in your picture book
I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages
Of this tragedy
Sculpting
I know this life is a strange thing
I can't answer all the whys
Tragedy always finds me
Taken again by surprise
I could stand here an angry
dreams have all gone
Above, oh-oh
Blown by winds
Kissed by snow
All that's left is the dark below
You've gone from me
Oh, oh, tragedy
(Oh, oh,
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