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There's less of a fluent sleep. Much less of a strong keep. No bricks laid to defend. All teared down, playing pretend. If only you could see your influence. Maybe you'd fix my unbalance.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
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There's less of a fluent sleep. Much less of a strong keep. No bricks laid to defend. All teared down, playing pretend. If only you could see your influence. Maybe you'd fix my unbalance.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
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