
05-28-2013, 03:20 PM
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Addicted Ledgie
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Join Date: Feb 2011
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Deeshere
intense silence
as she walks in the room
black robes trailing, sister of the moon
and a black widow spider makes
more sound than her more sense to her
black moons in those eyes of hers
says don't trust the world
heavy persuasion
was hard to take
she was gone at the top of the stairs she was dark at the top of the stairs
she loves me. sister, sister she calls to me
and so I have followed as friends often do
I cared not for love, no money
but I think she knew
and the people they love her
still their the most cruel
she ask me be my sister, of the moon
sister, sister, sister
Some call her sister of the moon
some say illusion was her game
they like to wrap her in velvet
does anyone know her name
sister, sister, sister, sister
so we make our choices
when there is no choice
listen to their voices
ignoring our own voice
well, still we make our choices
living with our choice
listen to their voices
but don't listen to their voice
sister, sister
no, no, uh huh, yeah
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Thanks for doing this. I think you're mostly right, although I've bolded what I heard differently.
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