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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in turning a phrase on my tongue #4searching the void of emotion
Days have passed, the sun is setting
but hate, that sweet delight, so soft so fetching fills me more with warmth than you The nights are coming, the moon is too and hate, that treat so right, aloft ringing true fills me more with life than you Days have passed, the sun is setting dear hate, that holy right so soft so fetching fills me more with warmth than you. |
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