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Seemingly endless hours... |
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Just another door that hides stagnant life, just another wall that entombs creative drive... |
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Seemingly endless hours |
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Riding on a search of lucidity |
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Seemingly endless hours |
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Hoping to escape obscurity |
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Behind closed eyes an elevated plan takes shape (but notice) |
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Behind closed doors a new lies obscured |
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As clouds enshroud the city, delaying thought and sun, words submit poetic eyes and pave the way for comprimisire. |
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Behind crafty lies, behind listless eyes |
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Behind distant skies a man sees coloured ways |
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Writing prophets foil the plan and innovative deeds. |
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As idle hands fail to unlock the door dreams die silently. |
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Behind closed eyes |
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Behind closed doors... integrity lies obscured |
