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Black clouds , grey smoke of fire Fast white river flowing in this blue sea It's that one person I admire The one person , who holds the key That lock , closing my soul This ticking clock , and this changing weather Makes me think that the lie is "forever"
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
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Black clouds , grey smoke of fire Fast white river flowing in this blue sea It's that one person I admire The one person , who holds the key That lock , closing my soul This ticking clock , and this changing weather Makes me think that the lie is "forever"
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
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