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Eyes that burn so bright they make me pure.
Based in Essex and searching for inspiration.
Eyes that burn so bright they make me pure.
So powerful is the charm of words, which for us reduces to manageable entities all the passions that would otherwise madden and destroy us..
You go and I'll be ok / I can dream the rest away / it's just a little touch of fate / it will be ok ~ Lisa Mitchell.
I wander trackless ground ~ R Scott Bakker.
You see stars that clear / that have been dead for years / but the idea still lives on ~ Bright Eyes.
From a sunrise to a sunset / hold your sadness like a puppet / keep putting on the play ~ Bright Eyes.
And I sing and sing of awful things / the pleasure that my sadness brings ~ Bright Eyes.
When your drive home to your place, from that job that makes you sleep, to the thoughts that keep you awake ~ Bright Eyes.
I went and looked her in the eye, and she turned me into sand, this clumsy form that I despise ~Bright Eyes.
And language just happened, it was never planned, and it's inadequate to describe where I am ~ Bright Eyes.
Maybe the sun keeps coming up because it's gotten used to you and your constant need for proof ~ Bright Eyes.
All the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes / because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving goodbye ~ Bright Eyes.
Lay your head down on my shoulder / pour like water over me..