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Repair to repair we mend. Broken down we begin to be built up yet Again and again and again We Crumble. We race and bustle about for constant cycles Grasp and wrestle time yet Around and around and around We Bumble. The Busiest of bees transparent to each other A mystery without the magic we falter Love is artificial. Placed in bars we search in profiles Constantly connected without connection Based on superficial affections Stuck in an iron cage the music plays the sorrows of The carousel of modern life Around we go Around Again in circles Playing the same game Over and over It never ends. So let the games begin!   The Constant carousel of crumble and mend.
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
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Repair to repair we mend. Broken down we begin to be built up yet Again and again and again We Crumble. We race and bustle about for constant cycles Grasp and wrestle time yet Around and around and around We Bumble. The Busiest of bees transparent to each other A mystery without the magic we falter Love is artificial. Placed in bars we search in profiles Constantly connected without connection Based on superficial affections Stuck in an iron cage the music plays the sorrows of The carousel of modern life Around we go Around Again in circles Playing the same game Over and over It never ends. So let the games begin!   The Constant carousel of crumble and mend.
#love#modern#cycles
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
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