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within Zieglerville, pennsylvania genuine snow white hair upon her noggin doth adorn, perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)  after i croon (to said lass), the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
A boat breaks down with every crash of the ocean's waves The salt is a catalyst carving in the wood, Small and detailed caves Sail is ripped and battered the treasures of the boat in the water they are scattered 
Words i don't care, if this is ever seen i dont care if my words connect if there is an effect i don't care if it is praised high or looked down all i care
It feels like this And It feels like that
I forgot how much it hurts to lay it all on the line. To open your heart up only to be denied. I know it's not the end, but the wound is deep. When something magical comes to life, don't let it slip by.
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