Now these scars are familiar things like my endearing coffee rings...
Familiar Things
Sing to Me
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
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Now these scars are familiar things like my endearing coffee rings...
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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