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A short song 1:02 a.m. 2004-05-15 Across this oceanic desolation we rise stars bleeding through hearts and paper baskets against backdops of diamonds and dreams. The first time you freely gave over the heart that stole the sight of the boys in the school yard. A recognition that opening our minds to the world is a sacrifice of the way we look at things Is anybody there? Show me something that I can't believe until you open my eyes to the truth This pain is allconsuming i fear we're nothing except weakness
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