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Posted on February 17, 2010August 20, 2026 by donakello

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Closer closer till you burn,
Now there’s no room left to turn…
All or nothing, in or out,
We have no time to throw about.

I guess I’ve been a stupid guy,
To stop and wait and not to try.
I know sometimes it makes me sigh,
As life and fate go tumbling by.

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