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the weight of the curtains is too great these tired eyes must rest they have seen too much they have not yet seen enough these eyes have been open many long hours to finally shut and get some rest seems impossible the lids barely remember each other they fall they fall they fall atlast peaceful sleep where i can dream dream these wonderful things that will never come true
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 8:55 AM UTC
Eyes Falling
the weight of the curtains is too great these tired eyes must rest they have seen too much they have not yet seen enough these eyes have been open many long hours to finally shut and get some rest seems impossible the lids barely remember each other they fall they fall they fall atlast peaceful sleep where i can dream dream these wonderful things that will never come true
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 8:55 AM UTC
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