I am a dreamer,
who lives in a tunnel with no end.
A philathrpoist of thought,
bound to the word by sin.
We can share this story without median.
Feel free to come over,
as we are one in the same,
--kin.
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I am a dreamer,
who lives in a tunnel with no end.
A philathrpoist of thought,
bound to the word by sin.
We can share this story without median.
Feel free to come over,
as we are one in the same,
--kin.
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