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| I did not think Of future times Or the past, its ageless minds I'm not guilty of bringing back This silence, this composure I'm a stranger in this town This town of thoughts you own You are differences You are stories I've never heard Blow the wind up with your breath Catch the whispers with your claws Move the rivers with one look Times have petrified now I'm lost in this town This town of thoughts you own This dilapidated kingdom Let me out of your head... |
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