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The moon wades the sea and lifts his curved blade to cut loose the tide tied to the shore and it's high time I listen for the secret word that tells me to turn out the light and go home.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Light out
The moon wades the sea and lifts his curved blade to cut loose the tide tied to the shore and it's high time I listen for the secret word that tells me to turn out the light and go home.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
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