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PiecesShattered are the dreams of the past Into pieces on the ground that we once thought would last I rip from my cast Of the experiences I thought were not a blast Remembering a time when I walked in inward shame No one else to blame It was my fault I was lost in the game But I broke free, mask shattered, now on the ground, lame What majesty! One of life's blessing To watch a bird grow from a fletchling To spread its wings and fly above the little nestlings Hoping it doesn't fall to the death of the "resting" There are many walking blind Not sure of what they want in thPieces
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We dance to the sound of sirens.
We dance to the sound.
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We dance to the sound of sirens.
We dance to the sound.
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I'm in your Space Gaying you up.
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We dance to the sound of sirens.
We dance to the sound.
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We dance to the sound of sirens.
We dance to the sound.
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