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Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...
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Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...
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“Poetic Justice”
Where are the Spirits...
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Girl, you are a phoenix
They tried to kill you with flame and smoke...
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It’s the end of this blink, breath
second...
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shh ..
have you ever been to a desert...
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No approximation yet made,
in an endless mental fabrication...
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Life is always having somewhere to go,
and when we have nowhere to go...
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you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so...
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Pyrite smiles and angel's eyes
unwary innocents ensnared...
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This loneliness runs rampant
in and out of my soul, sending...
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I'm reading your mind
Although I won't turn the page...