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He crushed the butt of his
cigarette into the sun-bleached...
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They lift my legs.
Left. Right...
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I'm not a stick
who's a size 4...
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The sea is mighty, deep, and chilled
And many are the men it's killed...
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Tell me who I am
Because I can't find my self tonight...
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"Come all, come here, I've something to...
The night bird sings by the fair gates of hell...
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I find myself at times when life
takes me on her death road grind...
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The strangest things I've told you:
I ride the bus to class so I never...
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Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...
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The ghosts of yesterday
continue to roam through...
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Peace Is Not A Way Of Life
By Mark Spencer...
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If it's in a word, or if it's in a book
you can't get rid of the Babadook...