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Be the best thing you break it into pieces Seven hours and 17 without sleeping the end is neigh as you look up into the sky Waves of Smoke Piling up high
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Waves Of Smoke
Be the best thing you break it into pieces Seven hours and 17 without sleeping the end is neigh as you look up into the sky Waves of Smoke Piling up high
raffael
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
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