I have a book collection that sits and screams.
It's chock-full of memoirs
based on the thousands of notes, I wrote about you and me.
It's chock-full of memoirs
based on the thousands of notes, I wrote about you and me.
Some say it's a long shot,
I say not even centuries of sleep could prepare me, for what you had in store for us.
And when the mechanics bend
and the clock ticks we can say:
"If it kills you, it kills you".
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