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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… ©2005 All rights reserved Sue D.
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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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sleeps eludes ducking and fighting and weaving like a fighter proving a point well written
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Hush child I,ll tell you why you have Loved Me when you were weak you have given me unselfishly Kept you From Falling Falling everywhere But Your Kness you set me free to live my life you become my Reason To Survive The Great Divide you Set Me Free Ooh Our Love Is Beautiful Ooh isn,t This Beautiful Child It Seems You Have Been My Everything |
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