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Jul 2019
Eyes are ******
   They see dreams that are gone
And I'm forgetting what is in between
The beginning of the end of my life and the end

The stars never hurt for who you never got to be
and the chains never fail or so you always believed.  

A night could last forever and tomorrow only be a dream
I died over and over again
just to break the seams of this straightjacket
just to be
if only for a moment
happy, and free
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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