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It seems that none are left today with hearts If souls have mass We are but figurines Ornaments, in such a carlin wasteland Undying with an image Of molded plastic If such a tear was shed for due the crime The terror would but cease to run his plea For souls no more can touch the scorching earth 'fore melting into dolls So ever hollow Songs we ring and dance to Unknown why In dark a shadow of the endward sigh They give us such a thrill Such inward drive We cease to think of pain an near-by cry Whilst in one blink of Lonely's morbid eye I wonder why acceptance is yet made As through dark streets, "Help!" screamed Is told to fade I felt a presense Alas, but have we all The money and the cars have fumbled in pursuing But now, I've found my rest My dwelling place How lovely such a word Gather, hear, come 'ere For near Are echoes of such joy
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Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
Where are our hearts?
It seems that none are left today with hearts If souls have mass We are but figurines Ornaments, in such a carlin wasteland Undying with an image Of molded plastic If such a tear was shed for due the crime The terror would but cease to run his plea For souls no more can touch the scorching earth 'fore melting into dolls So ever hollow Songs we ring and dance to Unknown why In dark a shadow of the endward sigh They give us such a thrill Such inward drive We cease to think of pain an near-by cry Whilst in one blink of Lonely's morbid eye I wonder why acceptance is yet made As through dark streets, "Help!" screamed Is told to fade I felt a presense Alas, but have we all The money and the cars have fumbled in pursuing But now, I've found my rest My dwelling place How lovely such a word Gather, hear, come 'ere For near Are echoes of such joy
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Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
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