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It's 3 in the morning And he's by the candle light The place is silent Except for pencil sounds And heart pounds His eyes cold and strained, Fingers creaking with pain His back strong, his spirit unbroken His head still, his mind open Pouring out ideas, bright By the candle light
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
By The Candle Light
It's 3 in the morning And he's by the candle light The place is silent Except for pencil sounds And heart pounds His eyes cold and strained, Fingers creaking with pain His back strong, his spirit unbroken His head still, his mind open Pouring out ideas, bright By the candle light
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
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