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"Blue" Final edit.I shot an arrow across his eye And saw it turning black. It made its way across the land And then it cracked in half. A heart now bent and broken Stared upon its wake."Blue" Final edit.
The love in his eyes faded And was never coming back.
If he be there, O Good intentions I might have said a malediction Tell me a wish-- I'll grant you four. 'Cause all the roses went blue with you.
The bitterness grew thick to thin And settled in my lap. A thankful thought, a thing or two Wasn't worth the trap. Even the stars above seemed jaded My mi


Music Short.He shut his eyes and plucked the strings on his guitar. His lips brushed the mic, like pressing intimate pecks on a lover. Beads of sweat decorated his forehead, his wavy mass of hair swayed as he sang his number. His song intertwined humbly with the twinkling guitar and cascading drums of his band behind him. No one else was in the roomI couldnt hear the others.Music Short.
His was a rusty, yet smooth voice, one that caressed me. Those shaky notes seeped ruefully into the walls of the sultry room. They bled into my soul, and at once, I just knew. This was it.
I went to every open show. The same few pieces, over and
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