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Mirrors capture the soul Keeps us bound to this present world Fear you do not know To watch people live out the day Stuck behind glass Unable to say. Luck is a delicate thing to play with It will run out or run to you Not all things are good Bad things sometimes happen to bad people. Life. Wake up and do something Waste not the light that burns the day Show me where the road ends I'll show you the way.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Wanderer
Mirrors capture the soul Keeps us bound to this present world Fear you do not know To watch people live out the day Stuck behind glass Unable to say. Luck is a delicate thing to play with It will run out or run to you Not all things are good Bad things sometimes happen to bad people. Life. Wake up and do something Waste not the light that burns the day Show me where the road ends I'll show you the way.
am-bryan
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
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