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life is a game of science art collides again with fact measure each grain, each atom love is a balancing act remember all the good times draw the future from the past but, oh, the heavy sad heart strong men toppled by its mass walk the balance beam with care tread the tightrope seam so high thread the needle, if you dare no room for error in her eye oh, it takes such steady hands just to calibrate your smile see how far our distance spans i've tallied every mile the eyes of justice are blind or, at least that's how it goes but my darling sees it all love is unjust, heaven knows to all you men of measure never guess or estimate within the breadth of pleasure there is room for such dark fate and in the face of balance we come to tip the scales love rains in a troubled boat no man could ever bail this water weighs too heavy for simple hands, silly pails
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
The Balance
life is a game of science art collides again with fact measure each grain, each atom love is a balancing act remember all the good times draw the future from the past but, oh, the heavy sad heart strong men toppled by its mass walk the balance beam with care tread the tightrope seam so high thread the needle, if you dare no room for error in her eye oh, it takes such steady hands just to calibrate your smile see how far our distance spans i've tallied every mile the eyes of justice are blind or, at least that's how it goes but my darling sees it all love is unjust, heaven knows to all you men of measure never guess or estimate within the breadth of pleasure there is room for such dark fate and in the face of balance we come to tip the scales love rains in a troubled boat no man could ever bail this water weighs too heavy for simple hands, silly pails
devin-weaver
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
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