Vidi Wija

Birthday is a present of being lived
Time when you were blown to be loved
Breath air of seeing emotion
Moving smile of the eyes to feel passion
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Mom, you are the Wind
Blow me life and love
Sweep my fault my sin
Yes, the wind of love
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It's snowing
Get colder
It's freezing
Get bolder
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Just a feather can fly
Thousands are hard to do
When the light begins to fade out
Nothing can fly
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The clock keeps on ticking tick-tock
Tick-tock-tick-tock the hanging sock
It seems like a spinning roulette
Whether black-white, whether life-death
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I'm a part-time lover
Whose love is not partial
Can't be fulltime lover
Whose love is not special
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Ugly like they always say and say
Ghost to be gone and disappeared
Liars to where trust will never stay
Yes to be no and no is weird
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Skies were red before moon
Sitting there with raindrops
They said that a fast noon
Like harvesting raw crops
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Waiting trying to fix a smile
Here stunning like a statue
Well distance is not in mile
But you make it blur blue
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Sweet when the flowers are blooming
Beautifully and fast they fly

The beauty comes to share
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They said everything coloured
This is right and that's not
Tongue just lost all the flavoured
Whether right nor some not
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night seems endless for the livings
not every second even counted
upon eyes closed dark comes
of the nightmare not wanted
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Taught me to fight the storm
Even though you were crashed
Bled and hurt by thunder
Standing to show the smile
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the Jack has drawn to play
the shouting voice away
when the clock sounds to say
nothing is here this way
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Leaving crashed the hurt the clawed back
Awful anger heartbreak came back
Saw fear Looked tear Dropped down Froze cold
No life and love as frozen cold
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As the cloud went to black
We lost our way back
As the sun set to night
No smiles of something bright
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Every voice of noisy People
who come and go as wind of Fate
cover the Truth, Lie to kindle
for melody of Masquerade
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Moonaphers,
the perfectly venomous licking trick of you,
when every line of ruined moaning tears,
you are no but a bunch of rotten beet.
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They dance they sing a cheerful song
to spread the wings beyond along
the rising sun they want they take
under the blue of silent lake
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This is the tale
When I realized that she was gone
She whom I love the most
She who taught me the love
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