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By Cannae, As seen before, as seen before in a dream
I awaken
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By Cannae, Handed black flowers
Lined with dead moss
They release the pungent stench
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By Cannae, In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist
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By Cannae, Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The
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By Cannae, The finest minds never think alike
Always a conflict of interest
Behold
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By Cannae, Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be
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By Cannae, Instrumental
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By Cannae, Subject to liability you say, well at least it was
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By Cannae, One out of a million, they don't see me. I
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By Cannae, We have gambled with the cards
The cards that have been
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By Cannae, Split between choiced, you bleach your thoughts with stories of
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By Cannae, Methods of self preservation, survival doesn't adhere to the weak
Revenge
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By Cannae, Tomorrow is here
Damned by the speed of time
Imagine when becomes
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By Cannae, Today is the day to throw away what's left inside
Gather
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By Cannae, Troubleshooting death, it lets you find what makes you want
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By Cannae, The lack of desire pushed down
Pushed down on your face
Dark
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By Cannae, A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with
