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In the last of the light she stays a million, glimmering in the galaxy of her deepest blue and through this night caressed by cloud and yet to come the silver line of a tear as we say goodnight
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Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
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In the last of the light she stays a million, glimmering in the galaxy of her deepest blue and through this night caressed by cloud and yet to come the silver line of a tear as we say goodnight
hugh-lovzewe
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Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
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