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Long last a final run, to the great unknown. Fond the light at the end of the tunnel, Dancing in the middle of the streets. Cool breeze flowing, warm evening, how exciting it is to be. Long last we are free.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
Long Last
Long last a final run, to the great unknown. Fond the light at the end of the tunnel, Dancing in the middle of the streets. Cool breeze flowing, warm evening, how exciting it is to be. Long last we are free.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
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