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IP:
The Intricate lives of others, swaying like trees in a cold breeze..
Knowledge is power, but it all comes down to what the sceptics believe..
Some living trapped within a secret, Some thinking only within the box..
Built in their lives, like they got the keys, but never found the locks..
So as the ferrymen set sale, viewing a freezing blue~twilight horizen..
We ponder where were at, in life, thinking unspoken~much like were hiding..
It took a message in a bottle, to show us how unreasonable were being..
Thinking solely of our own struggle, like everybody else is just a dream..
So as I gaze into the city, remaining distanced from sound and movement..
Listening to crickets, I think.. How human beings can make improvments..
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