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Our life is like the deepest parts of an ocean, People are only looking at the surface. It's not until you dive head in, That you truly see the circus. A lot is always going on, most people don't really care.
The pale cloak  The gentle rain the empty home So full of pain was once a castle but it didn't last long the foundation was rattled so it no longer stands strong
There is a crossroads up ahead.
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