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Unfinished.The room was warm, and softly lit by the tall lampshades at either side of the fireplace. In the grate, yellow tongues of flame danced above the rosy glow of crackling fire logs. On a small table next to the leather arm chair was a bottle and a half-full glass. Its rich, red, ruby contents reflecting fire light. On the floor besides the armchair, lay a paper.Unfinished.
The door gently creaked open by the blossoming wind fleeing in from the window. Even though the wind was not visible it felt as if the spirits of colours were floating around her, creating a swivel of luscious colours in her mind. As she lay there her mind wondered, her body
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Middle of nowhere Finally you can breathe Nobody knows your name It's easier
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you have some really nice stuff yourself
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The angels dance like feathers float, they're here to see and to be seen.. The clock strikes two, the music slows and each one slowly dons their wings.. Once outside they all pair off and hand in hand they leave
but I'm still waiting, ya im still waiting
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