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all the ordinary people, with their ordinary tears, ordinary sorrows, and ordinary fears all the ordinary children, mothers, fathers, sweethearts, dears, all the ordinary friends of all our ordinary peers every ordinary moment of our ordinary lives is a well-encrypted shadow hanging over truth with lies ordinary is the devil's myth, that sweet, unpolished lie; it makes an ordinary person only seek a little prize. But a cumulative series of ordinary days, adds up to a lifetime of extraordinary praise - but only if we see the wonder peeking through the walls, shining like a lantern that is covered up and dulled, but visible, if eyes we use as they were meant to be. Ordinary, true. But with them we can see beyond the facts of me and you.
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
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all the ordinary people, with their ordinary tears, ordinary sorrows, and ordinary fears all the ordinary children, mothers, fathers, sweethearts, dears, all the ordinary friends of all our ordinary peers every ordinary moment of our ordinary lives is a well-encrypted shadow hanging over truth with lies ordinary is the devil's myth, that sweet, unpolished lie; it makes an ordinary person only seek a little prize. But a cumulative series of ordinary days, adds up to a lifetime of extraordinary praise - but only if we see the wonder peeking through the walls, shining like a lantern that is covered up and dulled, but visible, if eyes we use as they were meant to be. Ordinary, true. But with them we can see beyond the facts of me and you.
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
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