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Dusk till dawn we dance to death's song, like puppets on strings we sway. With a flick of his wrist the music stops, and so are the end of our days.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Master of puppets
Dusk till dawn we dance to death's song, like puppets on strings we sway. With a flick of his wrist the music stops, and so are the end of our days.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
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