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somehow
the bronze sky has become my home at a moment the riddle in the middle of the night blows in like a bronze trumpet so many notes and the songs rewind and my sadness somehow bleeds out in the night it seems in the cold i wake up and fall back in many lives many moments why the wind why the moon why the night |
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Very nice, jimz
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