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Your walks Toes that tiptoe Of generations to bring You are lost in crowd of thousands You survive You don't crash Of laughs and ashes Beds are cursed with sleep I can't take my eyes off you, every time all time You don't move me You ***** me.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
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Your walks Toes that tiptoe Of generations to bring You are lost in crowd of thousands You survive You don't crash Of laughs and ashes Beds are cursed with sleep I can't take my eyes off you, every time all time You don't move me You ***** me.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
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