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I speak words You don't understand A language of mysteries From readings of my hand I speak of a future You speak of a past I speak of a freedom You speak of a prison I speak of happiness You speak of a depression I speak words of life and I live You speak words of death and you die yet still breath
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
I speak
I speak words You don't understand A language of mysteries From readings of my hand I speak of a future You speak of a past I speak of a freedom You speak of a prison I speak of happiness You speak of a depression I speak words of life and I live You speak words of death and you die yet still breath
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elizabethgw
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
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