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I can't sing here when I come back alone, for my love may not come near.Life, it seems, is far down the road.I left my childhood in the cupboard with ..
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Now I look up to the sky, and see snow passing by; like the floaties, I try to catch in my eye.I want to consider the lilies of the field all day, med..
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Its about being good at hiding.
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Just a little thing about Diogenes.
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Sands of time come down like rain from a distance, spill from the sky like blood, the curtains drawing them red.With the bite of white steel, rivers f..
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Every day I work, every day I playEvery day I see something new, and I visit old gravesEveryday fall and scrape my kneesBut I always get up because I ..
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It started as peaceful laughter but, now sorrow sighs at its slaughter. For since you left, the world is murder.My mind is blank like a canvas, my hea..
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1.What breaks changes, bones stronger, hearts colder.Bind me a fetter, wordless by letter.Fire in focus fury, Ira none repose.Nights' heavy breath hun..
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The husk rises from the vivid carnage, now a social swinger in his carriage. As he rides down city streets, the war plays over and over in his nightl..
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