Spread the blanket on top, and I’ll turn off the
It's certain now you've gone too far
You're finding out the
What I have to say is obvious
And knowledge free.
For all
When I’m left alone
Down at the heart of it
My doubt
A letter with no address, burning a hole with words
Writ
Time flies when you have fun
But when the world falls
Is it a dream or just a nightmare?In your anger
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