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expression is cliche the passing passion is passe an existence now of once again, That broken record never mended and yet these volumes shan't expire systemized by love hate and desire happy sad and angry too and all those things that we all do perhaps it is just vaguely Time, or we have discovered a tragic rhyme, the measure of this life repeating the collective steady of our hearts beating And yet! renewed with every birth! this life maintains its giving guile and we are forced to stay a while to behold this cirlce round and round, as cliche as that may sound so carry on, my friend and live
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
Carry On
expression is cliche the passing passion is passe an existence now of once again, That broken record never mended and yet these volumes shan't expire systemized by love hate and desire happy sad and angry too and all those things that we all do perhaps it is just vaguely Time, or we have discovered a tragic rhyme, the measure of this life repeating the collective steady of our hearts beating And yet! renewed with every birth! this life maintains its giving guile and we are forced to stay a while to behold this cirlce round and round, as cliche as that may sound so carry on, my friend and live
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
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