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Red What is your favorite color?Red. ------------Red is a dangerous color.Red is the color of your sorrow stricken eyes.Red is the color of your trench coat, bloody and battered.Red is the color of the cloth that surrounds your ebony locks.But worst of all, red is the color of blood.-As I hold you in my arms, you look me in the eye.But theres something wrong.Your eyes arent red anymore, color fading every second.-As I cry, you mutter not to worry.Not worry?How can I not?The fallen angel, the man I love so much, is dying.-As a single, sparkling tear drops from my eye,Landing on your porcelain skin,Blood mingles with it,Tainting the clear liquid to red.-Why?Why do you have to die?Lifes unfair I know, but still, its not fair or right that your dying.Why, when you finally allow me into your heart,Into your loving and warming arms,Do you have to die?-Why Areith?Why are you taking him from me?If you take him
Dance With MeTake my hand,Let's dance under the moon.Let the rose garden be our ballroom,Let the stars be our light,Let nature play it's natural music,Let the moon become a chandlier.Dance with me.Let me take away your your pain,Let me remove your sorrow and fill you with happiness.Come,Dance with me.We will dance 'till the moon shines highRevealing the wayTo the Holy CityIn the Sky.Will you dance with me one last time,Here on Earth and forever in eternity?
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Care FreeOff in the distancethere's thunder in the airwind blowin' through my hair,not giving a care.Over the mountains,under the trees,through the weeds,and across the stream.There's thunder in the air,with a hint of frolicking through the meadow.The little fillies prance around,scorning at the rough-housin' colts,squealing as they see a flower field,nickering here and there.The little colts rough-house all day,from daylight to daybreak,they tease and they taunt,not giving a a care.Mares watch their foals,frolicking to and fro,while chatting about the best meadows,along with exchanging local gossip.Stallions watch over their familes,some watch for danger,others disciplining the troublemakers.Snip, Snap, Kick.Those are the activities of the male yearlings,competing to see who's the best,the best to lead.There's lunder rolling in the air,making a flash here and there.The fillies squeal as they run to their mothers.Stallions alert,looking for any lost foals,findi