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  • the shinsın güzel bi sarkisi.
    after all these implements and text designed by intellects
    so vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
    and though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines
    their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

    i'm trying hard not to pretend
    allow myself no mock defense
    step into the night

    since i dont have the time nor mind to figure out
    the nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives
    the cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
    i value them but i won't cry if the time was wiped out

    i'm trying hard not to give in
    battened down to fair the wind
    read my head, at least pretend
    allow myself no mock defense
    step into the night...

    mercy's eyes are blue
    when she places them in front of you
    nothing holds a roman candle to
    the solemn warmth you feel inside

    there's no measuring of it
    as nothing else is love

    i'll try hard not to give in
    battened down to fair the wind
    read my head, at least pretend
    allow myslef no mock defense
    step into the night...

    mercy's eyes are blue
    when she places them in front of you
    nothing really holds a candle to
    the solemn warmth you feel inside of you
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