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Grapes grown on a crooked line Make amongst, the most sour wine Flowers of the dying kind spoil and rot the bright sunshine Butterflies in the pouring rain Fall and die in roaring pain Views change across eyes Sorrow keeps the oil lit Silent sounds are comfort in the solitude of nighttime
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Solitude of Nighttime
Grapes grown on a crooked line Make amongst, the most sour wine Flowers of the dying kind spoil and rot the bright sunshine Butterflies in the pouring rain Fall and die in roaring pain Views change across eyes Sorrow keeps the oil lit Silent sounds are comfort in the solitude of nighttime
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
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