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And so surreal that a ghost should be so practical.
The morning air was silent
One touch of the finger and more slivers cracked and fell.
The statue was a victim of time
And it was crumbling
And so was she.
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Uploaded on Nov 22, 2011
With metal on our toungues and silver on our lungs.
When we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
We were light and paper-thin.
-Florence + The machine
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Uploaded on Nov 20, 2011
