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Reverence and nymphomania,Violet blooms, and islands aside.People all dwell in crevices inside.Diverted by their desires,I'm the kind of person to set..
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Why doesn't time hold on,Wind passes and time has gone,Time lingers for no man, at all.Forging misery but life, goes on.Glasses broken in my hand, yet..
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