Mix Thoughts
One day I just might not talk to you in one hour, I might not write to you as the world turns, there might be a leaf of burn, who's to know what may follow with this up coming turn will life send you a sign are make you know what it feels like to be blind. Every light shine a different color making you think old brother may I have a chance to see another is it your soul telling you a story to be told, only you shell know the answer knowing it's not sold.
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