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Brushing down my hand. The caress it was not strange As real as it had seemed For even dreams sometimes can change
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
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Brushing down my hand. The caress it was not strange As real as it had seemed For even dreams sometimes can change
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
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