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No such thing as a hero
Simple words are more complexed,
But it was all just a lie...
Im the nursery rhyme you'll sing to your child.
I'm the pharphoe of explanation.
Of all the things the people whisper,
The wind echoes my name...
Blinded by the sun and blood spilt rings
You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things.
But it was all just a lie...
Im the nursery rhyme you'll sing to your child.
I'm the pharphoe of explanation.
Of all the things the people whisper,
The wind echoes my name...
Blinded by the sun and blood spilt rings
You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things.
Published 16th Mar 2014
| Edited 11th Mar 2015
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16th Mar 2014 11:26am
16th Mar 2014 1:13pm
I was thinking the same thing! great word and very cool write,
"You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things"
love it :)
"You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things"
love it :)
