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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<title>kompaso - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<body class="mayvaneday">
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<p align=center>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>kompaso</b></p>
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<p>published: 6-9-2016</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>they say that the bottom of the sea is more unknown<br />
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than the surface of the moon<br />
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and even more unknown than that<br />
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is the depth of your emotions</p>
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<p>you cry on my shoulder at midnight<br />
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and drift to sleep at three in the morning<br />
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reminisce about the past at noon<br />
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and are madly in love again at sunrise</p>
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<p>the saddest thing that can happen to a sacred bond<br />
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is when time and disrepair eat it away<br />
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like moths coming in the dead of night<br />
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with pincers stolen from other insects</p>
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<p>we feel lost searching for ourselves<br />
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and memory lane feels like a foreign land<br />
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loneliness becomes out bedmate<br />
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and our city bridges crumble to ash</p>
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<p>until I find a compass<br />
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that leads me back to your side<br />
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and you smile once more before getting up<br />
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and helping rebuild the city</p>
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</body>
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</html>
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