For all the hours here that move too slow
A song I love, whose lyrics I would hope to never be true, now rings clearly and insistent as a clock in the market square chiming twelve noon. I'm not sure that I can ever listen to it again.
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"...not to be easily summed up in a word, but to embody contradictions."
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don't hide your darkness
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