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There's just no doubt about it, yet all the facts remain so clouded. There was a great disaster. We don't remember anything after.
Well the rough details of our account provide no help to figure out the cause.
We count the passing minute like it's a privilege just to be in it. The hands on the clock telling lies. We've lost our friends and lovers. It makes it hard to meet any others. They come to our dreams in the night. They've come to get answers despite all the..
Sharper points of our account that only seem to raise more doubt the cause.
Well the nightmares for an empty page has proved to be a fair exchange..
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