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    I Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.

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    White Lies Are False Truth
    Black Eyes, Our Cooled Move
    Gray Ties, Hours Past
    Snow White An Hour Glass
    Pitch Black, And False Hope
    Cloud's Grey We All Smoke
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    No Color Stays.
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