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The melody's chased by the rhythm And thought contemplates finding expression Form needs to hold onto something Heaven has got a burning confession Infinity desires one night with limit Limit's proposed eternity to creation Freedom just tied herself to ******* Love had her first taste of destruction
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
Solstice
The melody's chased by the rhythm And thought contemplates finding expression Form needs to hold onto something Heaven has got a burning confession Infinity desires one night with limit Limit's proposed eternity to creation Freedom just tied herself to ******* Love had her first taste of destruction
Minara
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
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