Monday, April 25, 2011


I pursue my favorite crime; the darkness better
When we're all blind, we'll lie together
Too attached to the silent passion
Passing my time with false impressions
I'd never ask or want to know
I prefer to dream and then let go
As our paths fail to collide
I'd rather not open my eyes
But the sun still rose on my eastern shore
An old truth dawns and floods my world

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