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10:48
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The Way I hate,
Oh,
The way I hate.
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20:17
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“What do you think of the essence of Hell? Hell is when the depths come to you with all that you no longer are or are not yet capable of. Hell is when you can no longer attain what you could attain. Hell is when you must think and feel and do everything that you know you do not want.
Hell is when you know that your having to is also a wanting to, and that you yourself are responsible for it. Hell is when you know that everything serious that you have planned with yourself is also laughable, that everything fine is also brutal, that everything good is also bad, that everything high is also low, and that everything pleasant is also shameful.
But the deepest Hell is when you realize that Hell is also no Hell, but a cheerful Heaven, not a Heaven in itself, but in this respect a Heaven, and in that respect a Hell.
That is the ambiguity of the God: he is born from a dark ambiguity and rises to a bright ambiguity. Equivocalness simplicity and leads to death. But ambiguity is the way of life”
From this valley,
They say, You are leaving.
We will miss your bright
Eyes and sweet smile.
For they say you are
Taking the sunshine,
That has brightened my
Pathway a while.
So come sit by my side,
If you love me.
Do not hasten
to bid me adieu,
Just remember the
Red River Valley
And the one that’s loved
you so true.
I’ve been thinking,
A long time, my darling.
Of those sweet words
You never would say.
Now, at last, all my
Fond hopes have vanished.
For they say you are going away.
So come sit by my side,
My little darling.
Do not hasten
to bid me adieu,
Just remember the
red river valley
And the one that loved
you so true.
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08:54
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18:34
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I won’t bind my strings to you,
But build a world beside you.
Watching you draw a line -
My only reason, naturally,
Starts to get to me.
Pushing my way through
The mesh of life,
I want to bleed out distress like this.
My heart, without reason,
Sunken to deep disappointment
Spreads over the universe,
With a knife,
I want to kiss the sickness of mind.
I heard the lonesome whistle blow.
I was riding #9,
heading south,
Inside my mind.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
All alone I bare the shame,
I’m a number, not a name.
I heard the lonesome whistle blow.
I’ll be locked here in a cell
Until my body’s just a shell,
And my hair turns
whiter than snow.
I’ll never see
that gal of mine,
For I’m in here ,
doing time,
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
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06:10
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I’ve got half a mind
I’ve got half a mind,
I’ve got half a mind
For we.
I’ve got half of mine,
I’ve got half of mine,
I’ve got half of “mine”
For “we”.
Leave with love,
Or leave with nothing.
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05:41
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I don’t think I believe
In things that I cannot see.
Maybe I’ll lie,
Down for a while.
Let me be an arrow,
Let it go in time.
If I can hold it a little,
And let go just fine.
Let me be a window,
I can see you shine.
If I can hold yours a little,
And let go of mine.
I believe you can see
How awful it is to be ,
With or without,
Alone or in doubt.
I can see it’s painful,
Terror and sublime.
I can’t take yours away,
But keep it with mine.
I know I can’t see
Anything in front of me.
Hiding around,
Follow the sound.
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Things are found
Some Things Disappear
Most are
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