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there’s a drizzle of tiny pebbles too small to bother anyone they fall on his hands, but stay unlike the snow that broke his heart he tried to explain the loss, but they wouldn’t listen, so he looked at the pebbles and made a decision a few pebbles make a molehill, and we all know you can make mountains out of those so he built himself a mountain tall taller than anyone had seen now they will listen he thought now they will see and he stood at the top proud as a Macedonian king, awaiting endless praise but at the top of that mountain only the wind blows
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
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there’s a drizzle of tiny pebbles too small to bother anyone they fall on his hands, but stay unlike the snow that broke his heart he tried to explain the loss, but they wouldn’t listen, so he looked at the pebbles and made a decision a few pebbles make a molehill, and we all know you can make mountains out of those so he built himself a mountain tall taller than anyone had seen now they will listen he thought now they will see and he stood at the top proud as a Macedonian king, awaiting endless praise but at the top of that mountain only the wind blows
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
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