| I used to think that I’m important But now people tell me I’m not. I can’t even control where I’m going. But I’m quite sure that it’s not hot. I cut in front of other shapes, Going towards the light. Now tell me, who am I? While I wait in everlasting night. |
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| Two men are sitting in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Both men are dead.
How did they die? |
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| Thirty men with ladies, two, Standing around with nothing to do, Dressed in formal, black and white, Yet when they move it begins a fight. What happened? |
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