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Unusual I think, a hero, sinner, saint, betwixt a commoner and his tomorrow ever faint. Alone outside, the breath of death will fog his window pane, the three between, I'll call them we, can't see beyond the rain. Though now for fun, the normal one, unfairly cast aside by I, he yells like he escaped from Hell and now we are alive as five. But still another waits outside. He starts to scratch the glass where the six of us reside.
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
The Commoner
Unusual I think, a hero, sinner, saint, betwixt a commoner and his tomorrow ever faint. Alone outside, the breath of death will fog his window pane, the three between, I'll call them we, can't see beyond the rain. Though now for fun, the normal one, unfairly cast aside by I, he yells like he escaped from Hell and now we are alive as five. But still another waits outside. He starts to scratch the glass where the six of us reside.
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
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