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A brave heart is dreaming of imaginary things; owning hearts.

does he think he can answer all questions?

dreams are ideas, his is a masterpiece conspiracy.

they make him a statue but he doesnt see they take his identity.

he will be no one in the end.

and you think you're in charge,

 

but oh please lead me home.

wake me out of this world of kings and queens that play with minds.

tomorrow will be the day this rootless fruitless tree will fall.

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nadia
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Jun 23, 2012
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