Mixture

A woven vision
Cold features melt
There will be a calm but there will be no rest
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If this is a game
I don't want to play
If you aren't lame then walk this way
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An artificial decision
Check the mailbox for your keys
There is no reason to be like this
There is no reason to make a fist
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If this is a game
I don't want to play it
If you aren't lame then walk this way
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Would you feel hurt if there was a hole
A timeless world is out of control
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This is the game but I don't know how to play it
I am so lame
I walk not but swayeth
2005 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally

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Written by Emperor MAR
November 13, 2005
Lyrics & Poems
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