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**** the silent moon, and all it's stark white beauty, and the thundering ghost train's, crescendoing symphonies, I am ever so angry, At the effortless night, for try, try, and try as I might, I will never be quite as still as the moon, all of my lines well end far too soon, and all will be lost to the effortless night
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Angry at the night
**** the silent moon, and all it's stark white beauty, and the thundering ghost train's, crescendoing symphonies, I am ever so angry, At the effortless night, for try, try, and try as I might, I will never be quite as still as the moon, all of my lines well end far too soon, and all will be lost to the effortless night
mraowler
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
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