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Give me your etchy sketch I'll shake it all about So your future is dim Plain and pure Promises should be held with high regard No resistance at all Passive stretching assists In the clouds The art is written Like a molded craft Sitting desolate by the fountain And the trees I'm hope bound Tied up in transition Raising arms up with Slippery doubt Gripping the wheel There must be control Losing it Will break all molds The hours of ease And testy talent Will be all for naught
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Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
All For Naught
Give me your etchy sketch I'll shake it all about So your future is dim Plain and pure Promises should be held with high regard No resistance at all Passive stretching assists In the clouds The art is written Like a molded craft Sitting desolate by the fountain And the trees I'm hope bound Tied up in transition Raising arms up with Slippery doubt Gripping the wheel There must be control Losing it Will break all molds The hours of ease And testy talent Will be all for naught
luci-sunbird
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Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
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