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The juggler wows the crowd
With the flaming pins flying sky high.
No stopping the hand, a standing ovation while he takes a bow.

The tower of flames falling down, burning the past memories slowly, beginning to drown in the ashes of pain and inhaling the smoke of silence.

Eternity hides within the jumping ring. Rolling away on the lane of sanity. All we have are the principles we set for ourselves. Underestimating love.

Just like the girl on the rope we walk the fine line. Careful what you do, a lion might blow hard enough for you to stumble, in the end, there is no net to catch you.

The tower of flames falling down, burning the past memories slowly, beginning to drown in the ashes of pain and inhaling the smoke of silence.





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