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[Silent Poet]

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Ye canna run away forever,
But there's noothing wroong with getting’ a goood head start
Ye want ta’ shut oot tha’ night
Ye want ta’ shut doown the sun
Ye want too shut away the pieces o’ a brooken heart
Think of hoow we'd lay doown together
We'd be listening to the yuir heartbeat soo looud an’ stroong
Every goolden nugget cooming like a gift o’ the gods
Someoone must hae blessed us when he gave us thoose soongs
Oi treasure yuir love
Oi never want ta’ lose it
Ye've been through the fires o’ hell
And Oi ken ye've goot tha’ ashes ta’ proove it
Oi treasure yuir love
Oi want ta’ shoow ye how ta’ use it
Ye've been through a loot o’ pain in tha’ dirt
And Oi ken ye've goot tha’ scars ta’ prove it
Remember everything that Oi toold ye
And Oy’m tellin’ ye agin’ thas’ true
When ye’re aloone and afraid
And ye're coompletely amazed
Ta’ find there's noothing anyboody can doo
Keep oon believin’
And ye'll discoover me lass
There's always soomething magic
There's always soomething new
And when you really truly need it the moost
That's when Minstrel dreams coome throough
The beat is yuirs foorever
The beat is always true
And when ye really need it the moost
That's when Minstrel dreams coome throough....foor ye...
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden