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Now we could talk of other things A child asleep A mother sings An old mans breath on angel wings, Passing time. Rain fall on an open plain Soft warm light on cold hard faces Strangers far from distant places, Clouds benign. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution Fortune shared For solitude For lost direction Dereliction Brimming cups for broken hearts All roads entwine. Empathy For the hopeless fool Sympathy For the eternal ****** Cold hard cash for everyone else Absinthe and iodine. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution. What's revealed and what to hide A mind concealed Excessive pride Impending doom A darkened room Harbouring a hidden crime. Now we talk of everything A slight of hand A hornets sting A brush with death Loves suffering A passing sign.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
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Now we could talk of other things A child asleep A mother sings An old mans breath on angel wings, Passing time. Rain fall on an open plain Soft warm light on cold hard faces Strangers far from distant places, Clouds benign. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution Fortune shared For solitude For lost direction Dereliction Brimming cups for broken hearts All roads entwine. Empathy For the hopeless fool Sympathy For the eternal ****** Cold hard cash for everyone else Absinthe and iodine. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution. What's revealed and what to hide A mind concealed Excessive pride Impending doom A darkened room Harbouring a hidden crime. Now we talk of everything A slight of hand A hornets sting A brush with death Loves suffering A passing sign.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
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