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It
Means nothing to me
They're his words
Written down
Forgotton history
He 
Never stayed around
Long enough to tell me

It's
A battle ground
In your own head and heart
I've found
Constant
Roundabout
Stoppin off
Between
Peace and
Pure
Confussion
Not knowin
The way in which
Your feet are goin
Down a good street?
Maybe today
Probably tommorow

It's a tommorow
We work that shift for
Waste the hours away
For a future lost in fog
And continual back log
of past beings
Forgotton dreams and meanings
The history
He left for reading
Its
just words on paper
Means nothing to me

i do not know?

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