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Tired of being tired Of fighting this fight. The lost soul's guiding light Means another sleepless night. Never found a genie in a bottle, But there's an answer if you dare: Late night shut eye after porcelain prayers. The Sandman's sleep plans Do nothing without sleeping sands. So here we go: Cup down, bottle up It's time to test liquid luck. First light into the next, This story ends with rest.
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
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Tired of being tired Of fighting this fight. The lost soul's guiding light Means another sleepless night. Never found a genie in a bottle, But there's an answer if you dare: Late night shut eye after porcelain prayers. The Sandman's sleep plans Do nothing without sleeping sands. So here we go: Cup down, bottle up It's time to test liquid luck. First light into the next, This story ends with rest.
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
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