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The glass, it flows Like a river, beneath my feet And it glows like a beacon, calling me To the brink I will go; tap the surface and wait For your sign: it's a ... - Slipping Away
Here I sit silent, I rest my head alone in the dark My mind begins to Seconds to hours to minutes and back, it's too late, now she's gone, she's not coming bac...
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