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Purile Lies and Stark Sighs
You dwell on days of past, when did the sun go down? and did you make a sound, or frown to learn it did not happen fast? Was it because you made your passion step in line with your schedules and your times? And when you left it did you wish that it had stayed? What happened to our lives? we'll wonder in our beds, the answer in our heads: we were all busy searching for our Life-long alibis.
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