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They made them walk across hot coals broke their bones and tried to take their souls, recapturing the life that was lost to them. The matinee had finished late, the mariners left to their fate the curtain fell like rain upon a desert, drinking it in greedily to douse the flames eternally they rose again in unity to sing in perfect harmony and the flames had lit another way into a start but not another day, into a day like no other day had even been before and a door that shuts can open up, a key a prayer, a loving cup, a drink to make me think that life's not so bad after all.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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They made them walk across hot coals broke their bones and tried to take their souls, recapturing the life that was lost to them. The matinee had finished late, the mariners left to their fate the curtain fell like rain upon a desert, drinking it in greedily to douse the flames eternally they rose again in unity to sing in perfect harmony and the flames had lit another way into a start but not another day, into a day like no other day had even been before and a door that shuts can open up, a key a prayer, a loving cup, a drink to make me think that life's not so bad after all.
john-edward-smallshaw
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
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