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Toe to the chalk line - mark and set |
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Birthright conformity - a safety net |
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Lay down this bird held tight in hand |
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Beg favor from a distant emerald land |
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Chasing whims again... |
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Features blur in a casual glance |
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Pulse and promises notch the blinders tight |
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Capture the flag |
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Embrace prosperity |
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Hanging in the corridors of power |
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A withering vine of simple things |
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Waiting to die |
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Lift the symbol high |
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Indifferent to the present tense |
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A sense of purpose sits upon a fence |
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Sidelines strewn with blind regret |
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Haunted by voices that cry neglect |
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Standing in the rain |
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Wishing might explain... |
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Capture the flag |
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Embrace prosperity |
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Hanging in the corridors of power |
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A withering vine of simple things |
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Waiting - biding time to die |
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Raise the flag |
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Standing alone upon a hill |
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Dust upon a sill |
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I awake to a silent shout |
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Misguided past |
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Spent in endless quest |
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Time grinding down |
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Wisdom traded for mistakes that never end |
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Fences to defend |
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All while happiness wears a frown |
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Now the morning bell |
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Echoes out of step with modern decay |
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Capture the flag |
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Embrace prosperity |
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Hanging in the corridors of power |
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Capture the flag |
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Misplaced prosperity |
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Smothered in a blanket of desire |
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A withering vine of simple things |
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Waiting to die |
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Raise the flag |
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Half-mast alone upon a hill |
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Colorless & still |
