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| Amaze me Wake me up from my sleep My soul is sinking deep Amaze me Show me magic and mystery Passion and desire Pull me out of my darkness And set me on fire Amaze me Weave me colors and textures Like long silken threads Bring me to life I feel like I’m dead Amaze me Show me emotions galore And then give me more Give me sunshine through rain Laughter through pain But above all else Try and remember my name And you’ll Amaze me |
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| Sad Anne Sad Anne sits in her rocking chair on the front porch of her house Knitting needles in her hands she’s quiet as a mouse The cars that travel down the road pass without a glance Sad Anne thinks of everything could there be a chance Sad Anne has been sitting there since her husband walked away Sitting in that rocking chair each and every day Locked inside her own world replaying every word Wondering what is happening and why is it so blurred Sad Anne has sent the children to a neighbor down the street Her husbands found another she’s young and oh so sweet The screams that build inside her are tearing at her soul Although they’ve not left her they’ve left an empty hole Sad Anne stumbles through her days now she’s lost all sense of rhyme or reason Every moment is the same now there is no change or season She’s painted her eyes black and dyed her hair that awful gothic red Sad Anne is no longer with us in fact Sad Anne is dead |
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