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Wrinkles spread, On the mona lisa's face, St. Pauls will crack, And fade away, Smoke will rise, As towers fall, And what we learn, As we watch it all, Is that even an angel's grace, Is not safe in such a place.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
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Wrinkles spread, On the mona lisa's face, St. Pauls will crack, And fade away, Smoke will rise, As towers fall, And what we learn, As we watch it all, Is that even an angel's grace, Is not safe in such a place.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
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