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In the dance hall,
music can be heard.
Laughing, talking,
singing, dying.
Long silver blades,
plunged in their backs.
Blood on the floor,
blood..
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Just a song idea that came to mind as I was thinking.
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The mysterious man, with an even more mysterious smirk.
I see him every day.
All the time.
He just stands there, smirking at me.
And I know it's a..
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The flowers are so beautiful this time of year.
They remind me of when I was young, when there was hope.
You know, before the world became what it i..
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Look out the window.
What do you see?
A car, a plane,
a little bumblebee?
There's so much
out there, just beyond
those panes.
There could be d..
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