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As strange as it seems hopeless by all mean, life could be free for open minds live simply The muse is on her way straight to the open graves something can be done for the ones who have none life isn't always what it seems openly and free, now is not the time to dwell only you can save yourself Open the doors don't stick to one floor life is on its way life is on its way life is on its way
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Life is on it's way
As strange as it seems hopeless by all mean, life could be free for open minds live simply The muse is on her way straight to the open graves something can be done for the ones who have none life isn't always what it seems openly and free, now is not the time to dwell only you can save yourself Open the doors don't stick to one floor life is on its way life is on its way life is on its way
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
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