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I was born in the past and now I am molded by it I am a loner with no rest A rest with no sound A sound with no depth of which will be put into an orchestra Only to be overheard as the deep melodies play out into the air And make the song play against the sky where we would pest the tide
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Underheard
I was born in the past and now I am molded by it I am a loner with no rest A rest with no sound A sound with no depth of which will be put into an orchestra Only to be overheard as the deep melodies play out into the air And make the song play against the sky where we would pest the tide
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
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