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.: Autumn Falls :.
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.: Sweet Silence :.
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.: Out of the Blue :.
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.: Twilight Sweeps :.
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.: Love Is Too Sweet :.
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.: King Of Spring :.
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.: Tiny Little Heart :.
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.: The Bird's Nest :.
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The morning’s shining crystal on the tall trees. Their limbs are sparkling sharply with the new freeze. The bark is cast in silvers by the hoarfrost. The plants are gently sleeping but are not lost.
The Bugmaster:
I lie beneath the dying day. The branches o’er me softly sway. A web above me made of wood. While tall and black the old trunk stood.
The Bugmaster:
.: A Final Kiss Before The Night :.
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Take me with your frozen hands spin me out among the trees. Let me hear your sad lament singing restless on the breeze. Let us dance in growing dark we’ll forget about the past. It only makes me sorry that these moments never last.
The Bugmaster:
.: Tried to Warm My Hands Against the Setting Sun :.
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I reach though I cannot touch. I search though I can't learn much. I cry though it leaves no trace. I love for I’ve seen your face.
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.: Don't let me go I'm fading slowly :.
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.: Flagstaff Arizona :.
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.: Majestic Power :.
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Oh I'm as sad as sad can be. 'Cause Mom won't let me climb that tree. She says I'll fall and scrape my knee. I said to her "it's a free country". Her reply was spanking me.
The Bugmaster:
.: A Curtain of Green :.
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.: No Captive of the Fairy World :.
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A chill still clings upon this place. While the moon still shows it's mighty face. The growth seems stunted in the earth. While Spring awaits it's glorious rebirth. But Winter hasn't had it's fill. And we must wait for the sunlight's thrill.
The Bugmaster:
This January morning with the trees all touched with frost. I gaze outside my window and find that I am lost. I wander in a world that keeps me running for the sun. My mind will often wonder why the summer wouldn't come.
The Bugmaster:
Though cold is night and dark is day I find myself at peace. I know that there will come a day to give me sweet release. And when they lay me down to rest beneath the snowy soil. Know I wanted Heaven and from death did not recoil.
The Bugmaster:
I'm living in a dream. A nightmare from my past. There's darkness in my head. I hope the night won't last. I'm cracked through the middle. Got stitches in my heart. My soul's forever longing. It's torn my world apart.
The Bugmaster:
Give me the good earth and the autumn sky. These blustery days are flying by. Soon the sun will no longer touch the dew. And careless days will be far and few.
The Bugmaster:
.:In the Dark Trees:.
The Bugmaster:
There are ghosts in this forest, they live within the trees. They blow within the hollows, like a moaning breeze. They scatter leaves before them, they use their icy breath. They touch their hands to strangers, to frighten them to death.
The Bugmaster:
Just breathe, it's gonna be fine. Even if we're walking one fine line. Don't choose the bitter over the sweet. We'll see the place where joy and sorrow meet. We'll pull out of this just fine. Even if we're walking one fine line.
The Bugmaster:
"I keep coming back to these woods..." she said. "Even when I am lost they draw me to them. My head is confused but my heart pulls me ever in the right direction. It tells my feet the way, and my feet are obedient."
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.:The Withered Tree:.
