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if these hands would only kill
autumn will show us the beauty of dying
flow my tears, the policeman said
this is the destination
notch by notch, hammer by hammer, escape from freedom
the light outlives the setting sun
this is life without a life
A time to think back and move on
the night seems so long
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
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