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[aid] => mick
[title] => Centrifuge and Shame
[time] => 2004-08-01 00:21:16
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[bodytext] => Countless troubles,
Countless dreams,
Countless sorrows,
That always seem to
Feed on our hunger,
Gorge on our thirst.
Hate all our love, or
Revel in Hurt
Or even to whisper,
“Everything will not be alright”
When we think some of it will,
Or maybe all
They’ll waste no time
In finding a way to
Make a lost limb feel like two, or
To skew a sunrise into a sunset, or
Make cuts seem deeper,
Turn ‘Waker to Sleeper,
Change giants to weepers,
And make We seem weaker
And no one knows why
Our Troubles and Dreams and Sorrows
Do these things, only that they do,
And knowing that there isn’t just an
I,
but rather a
We,
A Universe seems only pebble,
An Eternity only seconds
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