I'd like to help them all, throw a shawl, around the world, my friends and
the masses. Rose tinted changed to blood-stained glasses, that divide the
classes and kill the hope that's all.
Riding the wave, happy ever
after. Collect the taped up bottles in the maryland disaster. Burned
remains of all I had pile up around me. We've all lost the laughter and all
we'll ever be- left as forgotten aching bones.
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