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The eyes were still open On the still life. There's the difference Between crossing the road And dying in your sleep. So, look both ways Before crossing me.
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 8:58 AM UTC
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The eyes were still open On the still life. There's the difference Between crossing the road And dying in your sleep. So, look both ways Before crossing me.
francie-lynch
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 8:58 AM UTC
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