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A lake
A way
His silence can show the pain
But his standing, quiet and strong
Looking to the point he'll be gone
But his standing
Quiet and strong
Won't give away his soul
Sentences I shall not compose
While the confusion sits in its throne
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My soul she was holding
Taking it away
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שו הדא חרפרשץ?
גולש מודאג. |
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