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the heart that's made of wood, is bound to beburned.yet its surfance remains smooth,untouched by man.the heart that's made of wood, is bound to besoak..
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remember that poignant time,we were on the paddle-wheelerdeparting just after sunrise.the clouds hovering overhead,the smell of rain just before the d..
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please do take a seat,have a seat.you've been on a journeymight as well take a seat.how was the path?how were the people?don't hesitate to spilli'll c..
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break all the windowsit don't matter anymorebreak all the windowsbreak them allthere's nothing left of this house anywayno soul to home,no soul to hom..
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we're connected by bloodoh what a cliche way to start this.we're connected by blood.we bickerwe're togetherbut apart.i never cared for younever have y..
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oh yes for sure,we can try and do something about it,we all say.do we believe? i daresay no.oh yes, for sure,we can do something about that,we'll even..
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FallingDown to a voidMaybe to land on a beach someplaceDeep in the sand.Lost in the sand.Lost in a space.Body becoming limpAccepting the void.Surrende..
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a scent herea scent there,a story leads to another.following a path from one point to another.eventually you end up herewherever here is.look up and a..
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a thousand moments in passingmaybe a million.i lost count.i don't follow those things anymore.counting the moments, counting the seconds.counting the ..
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I’m coming back here again,Who knew that this would happen more than once,You were here once,You would’ve dragged yourself here if you cou..
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