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Glass paradise ------------------- Faraway from tethering reality; into the dark domain of possibility; go under with me - and free yourself of all your chains. This jewel of a place would be so hard to find - bound by the limitations of our waking mind, But in our dreams, we never need to run out of these panes. Left and abandoned to decay; whatever its purpose, it's had its day. No-one cares and no-one minds - and no-one knows, so no-one finds. Scattered rubble strewn about; sticks and stones - for me, no doubt! Party time - it has begun! It's time for me to have some fun! ****** ****** brittle glass; oh that this would never pass! What, oh what, if they could see the secret life of naughty me! Thoughts turn to the future in the light of day. I wonder if again I 'll ever get to play. Memories of trespassing in empty barns and beautiful destruction in abandoned farms. ****** ****** brittle glass; oh that this would never pass. What, oh what, if they could see the secret life of naughty me!
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
Glass paradise
Glass paradise ------------------- Faraway from tethering reality; into the dark domain of possibility; go under with me - and free yourself of all your chains. This jewel of a place would be so hard to find - bound by the limitations of our waking mind, But in our dreams, we never need to run out of these panes. Left and abandoned to decay; whatever its purpose, it's had its day. No-one cares and no-one minds - and no-one knows, so no-one finds. Scattered rubble strewn about; sticks and stones - for me, no doubt! Party time - it has begun! It's time for me to have some fun! ****** ****** brittle glass; oh that this would never pass! What, oh what, if they could see the secret life of naughty me! Thoughts turn to the future in the light of day. I wonder if again I 'll ever get to play. Memories of trespassing in empty barns and beautiful destruction in abandoned farms. ****** ****** brittle glass; oh that this would never pass. What, oh what, if they could see the secret life of naughty me!
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Cheltenham
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
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