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I AM? I am lost. I am found. You hear me on the breeze. Listen close I’m screaming, as I tiptoe through the trees. I live in every promise, each lie that’s ever spoken. Of hope, I am the ghost, where the dream is sadly broken. You’ll find me deep in candlelight. I’m in the fullest moon. At times I am too late it seems, others I'm too soon. I’m spoken then by kings and fools, by the poorest man. The Pope himself will speak me, or hear me when he can. I am like a snowflake, more so, I’m the spark. The way that lovers use me as they’re lying in the dark. I’m more or less a question, or maybe I’m the answer. I’ve been known to conquer. I am THE romancer. I bring war. I bring peace. I’ve led to each of these. Listen close I’m crying, as I tiptoe through the trees. |
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