you serving in a scripted entrance
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gathering no shape in flow
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still remain two forms by which to maintain
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this is the life with no pain
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makes use of hearts, with no shame
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this is our time to define
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the very things that mean the most
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a structure entering a cast in restraint not yet known
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us in a tempered state with words to expose
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our own trials, objects known
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these words stand in places we cannot
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expressing our depth, that escapes our eyes
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escapes our eyes, leaves much to materialize
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escapes our eyes, leaves much to compromise
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these words expose, these words materialize
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express our depth, escape our eyes
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these words expose, these words compromise
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express our depth
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escape our eyes
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Ben Rose
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| Preacher Gone To Texas |
