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As I stare to the unascertained Your face, still tainted on my brain With the music you've left Made wretchedness out of the Astaire Repressed by all the madness Crippled to take a step to have this dance This new-found glory Made us just all weary They all shouted my name with honor Synonymously with hatred And as I have said, I've tried They took a deep breath, and deflated with a roaring sigh What is intention without emotion? A self-fulfilling satisfaction? A denial of ones true purpose? Could be just another deception A beautiful performance A pretentious guilt I was never a dancer But you've always been a believer I did all this just to save you from the fall
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Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 11:55 AM UTC
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As I stare to the unascertained Your face, still tainted on my brain With the music you've left Made wretchedness out of the Astaire Repressed by all the madness Crippled to take a step to have this dance This new-found glory Made us just all weary They all shouted my name with honor Synonymously with hatred And as I have said, I've tried They took a deep breath, and deflated with a roaring sigh What is intention without emotion? A self-fulfilling satisfaction? A denial of ones true purpose? Could be just another deception A beautiful performance A pretentious guilt I was never a dancer But you've always been a believer I did all this just to save you from the fall
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Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 11:55 AM UTC
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