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In love with a satellite Like my drug, I can't give it up; Cannot turn away from the eloquence. Millions of miles away, yet still capturing my heart. Like my drug, I can't give it up. "Por siempre," the wind whispered to me. Millions of miles away, yet still capturing my heart. I can only watch from afar; never getting closer "Por siempre," the wind whispered to me. I forever wait by day to see it again. I can only watch from afar; never getting closer But it's cause for a broken heart. I forever wait by day to see it again No matter where I go, I can still see. But it's cause for a broken heart. In love with a satellite.

Mother told me he wouldn't Mouth the words he did to me. Mangled by my inner fear, My hope is to escape Man-made reality, which only some Minorities know isn't true. Much in hopes of finding salvation...

The dream kindled the story's passion. All the colors crashed together forcefully; Like a vision of madness, It told of everything's nothingness. All the colors crashed together forcefully. We met where beauty and wreckage joined. It told of everything's nothingness - Yet the compassion exploded around us. We met where beauty and wreckage joined. Loneliness floated away with the open air - Yet compassion exploded around us And the night's sorrow's drowned with the tide. Loneliness floated away with the open air. Hidden within, there is unrivaled amazement And the night's sorrows drowned with the tide. The dream kindled the stor

In the night's silence we woke and we knew That this tragedy was set for our Earth. And we asked, Is this a holy break-through? Are we to be part of a great rebirth? The sky cried the thick black dst of ashes That covered the midnight sun. And in time, The only sound was the trees' hard smashes. Mankind's shaking fear worked as an enzyme To feed the void. Your eyes screamed with madness. Screamed not with anger, but with passion. With the impending fate engulfing us The children cried - not without compassion. Before the defeat we made our amends. We restored our losses at sorrows end.

The empty house murmured of loneliness and sorrow. Its feelings bled, covered, and asphyxiated the divine soul Of a man who lived for a cured tomorrow. The remedy for this affliction sat alone; only it could console. In one corner, where trickles of light could rain through. It was a magical creation with only one goal. It brought forth a new resistance, gave the man a better view. With the creation he could defeat the evil pain. Long and hard the man worked with the creation, and the magic grew. The cure swam through the air, entangled and wrapped like a chain. Soon the house began to lighten and warm. The man and the creation sto