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world that changes under my hand
tell me less or tell me more
up and down he goes
i never knew the earth had so much gold
it tells of good old times
when the hours of day are numbered
when i looked into your eyes
the little white prayers
the air is like a butterfly
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i despise my friends more than you

 



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