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my is my pencil
and I'm my world
run out of colors
and now I am
locked and I try to
my art is
and I am still

you better try to this
have been will be again
what we have is not the end
the interlude of we will all gain

time you speak of strength
I see weakness
lies reflect the truth

with attached to our bodies
you keep looking in my
please turn
I to feel the grace

what have been will be
what we have is not the end
the interlude of
we will all

God has telling me a joke
now I'm laughing at
I thought my word was my
the time is far twelve
I cross the line when I it
(and then I the mirrors, to me it would mean luck)

what have been will be
we have seen is not the end
the of life
we will all