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[20 Nov 2008|12:52am] |
In our days we will say, what our ghosts will say: We gave the world what it saw fit, and what'd we get? Like stubborn boys with big green eyes, we'll see everything in the timid shade of the autumn leaves.
I got bones beneath my skin, and mister, there's a skeleton in every mans house. Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody, there's a dead man trying to get out.
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