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Poorsapp
As a crying candle
The tears still roll down your stupor cheeks
A landslide down a peering cliff
A kiss so squeaky clean
To wash away your pain
Squeaks upon your lips
From my mouth to yours
There’s no air to call through
As those tears keep crying on
As those tear trails grow ever longer
As the days get longer too
We start to realize the sly old truth
Of love upon our shouldertips
Illusion of mine
You grow deep inside my vision
No longer unreal
No longer a small deal
When the waterfall comes down
To wash our questions with the wind
I’ll be there with you
When the month is rolled on and gone
