Potential peace is more arcane than sweating brow and piercing vein, my love to Charles Foster Kane, is life a game of flash and feign? Ideas stem from thoughtful knock, with heartless key and holy lock, we'll build a shrine to bring the flock, but J.D. Salinger won't talk.
Flailing hopes that never grow, we signify and all for show, life is neither fast nor slow, Lord Tennyson, what do you know? What's in the past can't be undone, we're born of life but only one, dear Pink, dear Floyd, but they are none, I'll find my heart inside the sun... See More
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