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The drummer of my heart plays the drum to silence the voices in his head in depths of hell and while the beat of his drum thumps he plays the stars as his drum set and became the very rhythm of my soul. The drummer of my heart and the heartbeat of his drum has got me through the coldest nights for his tune makes my heart race in excitement enough to revive my soul. And now he's in charge of each beat of my heart.
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Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
My Raven
The drummer of my heart plays the drum to silence the voices in his head in depths of hell and while the beat of his drum thumps he plays the stars as his drum set and became the very rhythm of my soul. The drummer of my heart and the heartbeat of his drum has got me through the coldest nights for his tune makes my heart race in excitement enough to revive my soul. And now he's in charge of each beat of my heart.
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Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
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