knowing;a blessing or a curse
I had a third eye,one not seen by all
The blessing of dreaming tomorrow
Do not call me names yet
I never enjoy it myself
For the pain I must bear is unendurable
I saw my destiny when I was a year old
And I have been haunted by it ever since
For what am to become
For what we all are to become
Is nothing compared to what we wished for.
The blessing of dreaming tomorrow
Do not call me names yet
I never enjoy it myself
For the pain I must bear is unendurable
I saw my destiny when I was a year old
And I have been haunted by it ever since
For what am to become
For what we all are to become
Is nothing compared to what we wished for.
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