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In response to
"'/~got to walk out of here, I can't take anymore, going to stand on that bridge, keep my eyes down below. whatever may come, "
by
b!
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~When the night shows~ / ~The signals grow on radio~ / ~All the strange things~
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They come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There's no point in direction we cannot even choose a side.
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