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Like A Stone
On A Cobweb. Afternoon. In A Room Full Of Emptiness. By A Freeway. I Confess. I Was Lost In The Pages. Of A Book. Full Of Death. Reading How Well Die Alone. And If Were Good. Well Lay To Rest. Anywher
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Moth
Thought I Was Different It Seems Im Just The Same. As A Gain I Put My Hand Over The Flame. Though I Was Smarter As I Flew Into The Sun. But It Turned Out The Way It Does With Every One. Oh Oh. I Dont