Dronee
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Wind the clock back eight and twenty
Years of living wide awake in fretting
A man self made whose heart unspoken
Eight and twenty years of broken
It's eight and twenty way past midnight
My life a misty gray of twilight
By morning's bright, but still my blight
The curse of unsleeping away the night
Stolen away years of sleep
Eons of tears too dry to drip
It stole away my dreams and soul
My friends, my love and consume me whole
And it's not the mask I do but wear
It's the heart within for I do but care
I dare not dream for my silent scream
But reach a hand... and perchance...
Perchance my friend, I'll be there...
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End
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Years of living wide awake in fretting
A man self made whose heart unspoken
Eight and twenty years of broken
It's eight and twenty way past midnight
My life a misty gray of twilight
By morning's bright, but still my blight
The curse of unsleeping away the night
Stolen away years of sleep
Eons of tears too dry to drip
It stole away my dreams and soul
My friends, my love and consume me whole
And it's not the mask I do but wear
It's the heart within for I do but care
I dare not dream for my silent scream
But reach a hand... and perchance...
Perchance my friend, I'll be there...
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End
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