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Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Friday, Nov. 21, 2003 - 4:21 a.m.

I do not feel this romanticized love.

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I have dreamed

That if I told you how I felt just right

You'd be mine tonight

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I believed

That if I made you see my words were true

You'd love me too

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I tried so hard

To find the strength inside to say

I loved you this way

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I showed all my cards

And I'm still all alone again;

The fate of all cowardly men

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I still dream

That if I sing this tune just right

I could win this fight

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I still believe

That the world won't stop for me

That I am free

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In a hazy dream in faltering light, two travellers set upon their flight

Lovers they were to know their part, each held a piece of the other's heart

A breath was taken deep and gone, a stream of air to carry fate's messenger on

Their path was pocked with conflict, fight, yet their deeds were good and intentions right

The scarlet sky mirrored their eyes, reminding them of those they despised

Quivering empassioned in embrace, they took to the ocean to leave this place

Sweet the taste of the other's kiss, the mingling saturated ink of bliss

Longer he tasted he felt the demand, to take this woman's delicate hand

Free her from malicious intent, hours waited and seconds spent

Cast to pressured pointing deck and surface, he greeted her there with renewed purpose

She awaited with her feline eyes, and he wondered if she'd ever cried

None considered him to be worse of luck, but into his life a terror struck

A whirlwind current and ocean's spray, dragged her body and tossed it away

His eyes were liquid and passion scorned, his leap of faith carried him away from mourn

Into the swollen sea for her, what fate awaiting he wasn't sure

Alone would for him have been torture on the spirit, though now iced liquid demolished flesh pressed near it

A creeping current of unsouled frost, snuck into his chest and all was lost

Only in afterlife could he ever see, "one's love defines the man one be"

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