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You feel it in the street, the people breathe without hope
They going through the motion, they dimming down the focus
Their focus get cleared, then their light turn sharp
And the eyes grow teary, the mind grow weary
mos def "Auditorium"
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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
