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Oh sleep how i tire of your elusive ways,
we play your cat and mouse game as night turns into day.
Oh sleep how bitter sweet you are,
whenever i ..
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He who stays cloaked within the shadows,
Always hidden until his help matters.
So much more than a shoulder to cry on,
The one whos there when you'..
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We live our lives by times restrictions.Suffering ailments and other afflictions.Never more beautiful than on the present day. But ever so slowly sk..
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