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At death of day let it be saidto all who lust for golden airand all who live a single dayyou serve as slaves to dimming lightnight a whip, dark its st..
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to all of of you...who've seen me at my worst,i fear the day's long from done.sadly...it is but a hot morningin guise of a midday sunin vain....are al..
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I would like to live in sunsets,those small moments in time ,When history stops.When every element in natureseems inanimate.and I can look out the win..
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