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It's hard to see how unread the love we share becomes. How strangely women turn off our solo. White snow stealing the grass So children can ride them. The unforgiven gardens to secret Soil. You didnt know you didn't know. It's all you, it's all you. The Canadian geese chasing the ducks Hoping for hand outs. Is all we will ever feel And all we ever hold back Because our tireless souls Have liove with our strange Breaded dreams To show our serenaded Screaming psalms amongst the pitty of rainy days And make us hunt those midnight Martini kisses player fashion. But now comes the kicker and we are settled. To rap that we have lost our Main vision forgotten so ignorently lost.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Maturing
It's hard to see how unread the love we share becomes. How strangely women turn off our solo. White snow stealing the grass So children can ride them. The unforgiven gardens to secret Soil. You didnt know you didn't know. It's all you, it's all you. The Canadian geese chasing the ducks Hoping for hand outs. Is all we will ever feel And all we ever hold back Because our tireless souls Have liove with our strange Breaded dreams To show our serenaded Screaming psalms amongst the pitty of rainy days And make us hunt those midnight Martini kisses player fashion. But now comes the kicker and we are settled. To rap that we have lost our Main vision forgotten so ignorently lost.
michael-parish
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
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