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Like a bridge over TREBLED water...
"Will you smile again"
Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Would you write again for me?
And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don't want to then you could at least pretend
That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen
And maybe then you'd see the light
And read the truth that you had to write...
(Lyrics by The Dresden Dolls)
Are not far from reality
Would you write again for me?
And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don't want to then you could at least pretend
That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen
And maybe then you'd see the light
And read the truth that you had to write...
(Lyrics by The Dresden Dolls)
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