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Aug 2011
we move
slow it is
we move

we "see"
we come to know
the important
from the fake

hunger
death
scorn

this too
we know
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will you walk with me
alone?

talk dont mean a thing no more

will you really stay?

will you choose

"nobility?"
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talk dont mean a thing no more

it never means a thing at all
Written by
jeffrey robin
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