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Jan 2018
Our history is like a sheet of glass, shattered to pieces.
It's now millions of shards
And picking them up is hard

But it's even harder
To put that sheet back together
Because no matter how much glue you use,
At any moment it could shatter.

Again.
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Who  69/Neither/Behind your door
(69/Neither/Behind your door)   
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     JA S-Mine and Bellvadear
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