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I don’t see your reason to play Is there something you know that I do not? Things I tell you are given away, Much like I did and left them to rot When things are seen through a monocle Not two, not a pair The acts I’ve committed are still canonical As these clothes, You do not wear! So I anger when the truth is diluted An answer it seems, must be reputed While wrongness and hurt Plant seeds in the dirt, For trust between us feels polluted…
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Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
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I don’t see your reason to play Is there something you know that I do not? Things I tell you are given away, Much like I did and left them to rot When things are seen through a monocle Not two, not a pair The acts I’ve committed are still canonical As these clothes, You do not wear! So I anger when the truth is diluted An answer it seems, must be reputed While wrongness and hurt Plant seeds in the dirt, For trust between us feels polluted…
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Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
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