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In the mountains, obviously,      there were     other     philosophies... I knew when to shut up   and sip my coffee.   I know the old rainwater story, of course      I'll speak up again when it's time to discuss  the cracked backbones      sunken ships broken skeletons of wood dancing at the cold black  gates of solitude
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Circle of the Rainwater
In the mountains, obviously,      there were     other     philosophies... I knew when to shut up   and sip my coffee.   I know the old rainwater story, of course      I'll speak up again when it's time to discuss  the cracked backbones      sunken ships broken skeletons of wood dancing at the cold black  gates of solitude
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
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