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--Aristotle
The Horizon
Early 80s
Tell me it isn’t true
Our lost love has me shaking
Wont you open up your eyes
Joy is taken from my life
Please stop my heart from breaking
Cant for once love be right
People say this beautiful world can never be destroyed
But yesterday I saw a light
My eyes are full of tears and I’ve closed all the doors
For yesterday I saw the first spark ignite
Im just a victim of a broken heart
If there is no end how can there be a start
Sweet love is for some, its just not for me
It puts too many moonbeams on the sea
Take time to share and then take care to find some time for you
I still love you, I still care for you
You were my everything
Now Im left here crying in the chapel
All alone on this stage tonight
How can I feel fear, feel fright
This feeling has left and there is no one in sight
But Im blinded by the disgusting light
So Im singing, and dancing, and laughing, and screaming
Until my mind drops to the floor
I’ve poured out my heart and poured out my soul
‘Til my tears and fears fly out of the door
I remember the words the wise man said
But the memory is turning red
And I owe it to the horizon
Now isn't this just a beautiful little gem of teenage angst? I am comparing a boy breaking up with me to a nuclear meltdown. I am so glad my fear of nuclear war disappeared before adulthood. How love puts moonbeam on the sea is rather perplexing. Why does love do this? And more so, how many moonbeams is too many beams?
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