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My love is no longer the sweetest thing,

it now lives in my blessed two

So I’ve had to learn to let go they are the best and worst, of me and you…

there is hope in this world if not in ours

it rest with him now to fuel the fires of love again

my love rises from a stormy sea

sunlight blind to the rage in me

So I had to learn to love again

lifted from the depths

by the lips of an old friend

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Big brother, why bother trying to contain all these crazy Citizen Kane’s?

Maybe justice would be better kept with just us….

Absolute power corrupts with precision and absolutely results in division

Meanwhile corporations make historical revisions

and Big brother is aware that ain’t nobody listening…

no one cares as long as we’re fat as cows

we will be branded “happy”

When will we realize that BB is scared of us?

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