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In time the city will divide itself
A line, in which
We reside ourselves
In time we find ways to fix scenario
Bind and blind
To someones confines
Let down by light again,
It shines
like salt in snow
In time we climb the highest peaks
Or we don’t
Because we’re slow
I am mine and I play for me
Dance like rhyme
Fate under feat

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