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Old 09-17-2005, 09:20 PM   #1
Ann Allusion
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On Edge

On Edge

Sleep eludes…ducking and weaving
Like a fighter proving a point…
Outlasting his opponent
Through sheer tenacity and willpower…
On the brink, walking a tightrope
One misstep…
It’s a long way to the ground…
Pay attention, and the walk is a thrill a second…
Come…walk with me to the edge
And beyond…
Take my hand in case either of us slips…
We can support one another
It will be the thrills in our walk that are remembered…
No more falling and landing
On the cold, harsh ground…alone
Crossing the threshold together we see
The fighter, willpower spent
Leave himself open to receive Sleep’s final blissful blow…

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Sue D.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again, for now I find
The phantom of the opera is there...inside my mind

Christine/ Phantom Of The Opera

Abondon thought and let the dream decend....
Point of No Return/Phantom Of The Opera

You will forever remain the music
And I…the song you sing
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