Obviously, it's not going to work the same, because it's broken
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Placing the cornerstones Might be that you don't get to watch it grow Still the shelter that you made Will foster you from the cold that kept you awake
Every weave, and every thread By candlelight, the stroke of a pen Like every thought and every dream There's a place for everything
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In a diary of audile ardency Blooming in waves and shimmers Sailing against the currents that tore you down And they'll tear you down again
Still the sea foam splashes on your smiling face There's a magic that only you can tell All your greatest art should satisfy Nobody but yourself
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Every weave, and every thread By candlelight, the stroke of a pen Like every thought and every dream There's a place for everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
