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To think of peace that came to the meek the man glanced at his clock watching for a tick tock yet the clock lay broken shattered to bits To dream of the deceased dripping with hoping o **** those hours that seem too long the woman cries when her baby falls to be born. to be sworn as once a live soul the man holds his wife in that sick night only god can heal when your answer falls on a knife Tap on the watch that ceased to tick yet she still wishes for a dream that ceases to exist.
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Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 11:10 PM UTC
dead baby
To think of peace that came to the meek the man glanced at his clock watching for a tick tock yet the clock lay broken shattered to bits To dream of the deceased dripping with hoping o **** those hours that seem too long the woman cries when her baby falls to be born. to be sworn as once a live soul the man holds his wife in that sick night only god can heal when your answer falls on a knife Tap on the watch that ceased to tick yet she still wishes for a dream that ceases to exist.
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Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 11:10 PM UTC
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