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Diamond pitched dark to black The milky way is never exact Paper smiles and fielded dreams The stars will need the moon it seems Cap shifted left to block the ray Heat hits the hand all the same One, two, and three make home All the Angels feel alone The Devil sits upon the mound Shoulder sore from pleasing the crowd Nine a measure of lined up time Not long enough when the score unties.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
The score
Diamond pitched dark to black The milky way is never exact Paper smiles and fielded dreams The stars will need the moon it seems Cap shifted left to block the ray Heat hits the hand all the same One, two, and three make home All the Angels feel alone The Devil sits upon the mound Shoulder sore from pleasing the crowd Nine a measure of lined up time Not long enough when the score unties.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
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