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Blind in one eye, Blind in two. Short Sighted a many, But the Scattered, few. Helmets, protect the Short Sighted, From a great deal, a plenty. But for what they see, What a pity. Making for difficulty, You don’t see. The Scattered, listen. We don’t lie. I don’t feel like we’re living, We’re living to survive.
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
The Short-Sighted
Blind in one eye, Blind in two. Short Sighted a many, But the Scattered, few. Helmets, protect the Short Sighted, From a great deal, a plenty. But for what they see, What a pity. Making for difficulty, You don’t see. The Scattered, listen. We don’t lie. I don’t feel like we’re living, We’re living to survive.
StoneandBlood
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
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