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I care not if you walk with me on any chosen path the music playing in my head needs not expressions laugh I care none for the finer things all things pale now grayed need no memories to sustain the mind as dust really points the way they claim to want to tread some ground to furthur imagined stance when only start to overflow afraid to take the chance so full of fear so wobbled grope oh well he said sometime ago, soon we won't even touch for now we truly are one cmon chickens take a poke
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