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Some mornings come with a side of regret, The product of long dark hours, Long dark dreams, infinite thoughts, That cannot be cast aside with such pale light. Its roots taste of truth, but bitter.
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Jun 22, 2011
Jun 22, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
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Some mornings come with a side of regret, The product of long dark hours, Long dark dreams, infinite thoughts, That cannot be cast aside with such pale light. Its roots taste of truth, but bitter.
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Jun 22, 2011
Jun 22, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
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