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Jun 2015
The rolling thunder cracks and sizzles on the dry landing where i once thought i would die
My heart jumps with fear while my soul laughs hysterically in it's face
Pity all of the laughing souls and frightening hearts
the frightening souls and the laughing hysterically hearts
Neither of them knows the secrets that i aim to keep
Methodically not even mentioning such nonsense aloud for even my self to hear
No not even my mind under stands the full capacity it holds
I trick and play mockery with it
Isn't that a shame?
Well would you like to join?
Dream out Loud
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Dream out Loud  nowhere, lost
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