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- the stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly. don't forget to breathe between the lines if the whole world dies. then it's safe to take the stage. these graves will stretch like landing strips... hospitals: all dead museums ...we won't have to be afraid anymore. the crowd is growing silent with the gathering storm. when the curtain falls and you're caught on the otherside, just trying to keep up with the act, we'll lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled up, joining the procession of emptiness. if we say these words it will be too late to take them back, so we hold our breath and fold our hands like paper planes & we're going to crash. we don't have to be alone ever again...
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