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Consume my wine, consume my mind.
Who can say what dreams are? Wake me in time to be lonely and sad. And who can say what we are? This is the reason for dreaming. And now our bodies are the guilty ones, who touch and color the hours. Night wont breathe, oh how we fall in silence from the sky. Then whisper some silver reply.
There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be. If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Wanna change the world? There's nothing to it.
There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be. If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Wanna change the world? There's nothing to it.
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| roses are red | |
| violets are red | |
| tulips are red | |
| shit my garden's on fire |
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satan spoke to me last night, he whispered into my ear
“change your url and icon at the same time”
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