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Feeling like I’m doing the dance of death up down and all around so restless can’t sit still going mad thinking that it could be true that’s what scares me to know the truth whatever it is hard rock and gravel stones with old age marking something from the mezzanine floor brush taint it just a low light shines through the balcony I might fall not again until the end I will starve myself for mental freedom if only I could find peace which day oh did you say one da


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