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Derive a sense of pleasure From such a frosty demeanorHow your words chill me to the boneFilled with false promisesAnd oft-dashed hopes I still remain, a sad refrain I wait in clouds overheadI caress the ground with my tearsI wonder why you love to humor...

I want to feel at peace After the storm I want to relax And feel at ease Have a calm Feel loved and appreciated I just want to feel Taste a sweet side of life Not just dream of it But hold and conceive it As if it were new birth I want to breathe it Like...