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Miracles
Crowded streets...
Crowded with one-in-a-millions
With perfect days
With miracles performed by darkness
Dystopia is nothing but skin and bones
My life disappears like smoke
Idyllic settings for conjectures
My body burns like neon lights
I live in safety, I am secure
Crowded with one-in-a-millions
With perfect days
With miracles performed by darkness
Dystopia is nothing but skin and bones
My life disappears like smoke
Idyllic settings for conjectures
My body burns like neon lights
I live in safety, I am secure
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