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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388624" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pages in the Book</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the midnite hour 'neath the street lamp shadows, <br>where lifetimes come and go, and salvation follows.<br>and the heart stripped bare has no need to lie...<br>the taste of your lips, the tears that i cant cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with beaten hands and swords into plows; <br>giving all that i am, more than i can do without.<br>i'd trade eternity for one moment by your side...<br>with your hand in mine and nothing left to hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">making love in the dirt by the cementary stones, <br>the yip of the dogs while the wind howls and moans.<br>your fingers dig into my back, i dive into your soul...<br>where fire was discovered, spinning out of control.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you close the book, turn the page, walk out the door, <br>call it all a lie, say you dont love me anymore.<br>the scars of passion in the shadows 'neath your eyes...<br>hymns of hope and redemption where the sparrow flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">pour me a drink, light a smoke, my hat and my heart, <br>looking for your image in the hunger of the dark.<br>truth and freedom and justice dissolve into dust...<br>struck blind and deaf, my soul turned to rust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">down the road past the house where nobody lives.<br>where love looks in a mirror, repents and forgives.<br>every moment wasted, every word unspoken turns...<br>the heart beats faster, but the fire slowly burns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kiss my lips and bury me down by the willow tree.<br>take this weight from my heart, set my spirit free.<br>in the eyes of God and time you are my destiny...<br>i'm nothing but a river that flows into your sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">say no prayers, now the time of praying is past.<br>what's last is now first, what's first is now last...<br>the song of the poet dies with a fatal look...<br>all that we are now... pages in the book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q>
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where lifetimes come and go, and salvation follows.
and the heart stripped bare has no need to lie...
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