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It was no less than a blind fold game Oh,how beautifully I can still see it You left me with madness overpowering me since last spring, It still blossoms with your fragrance   The best part is its inevitable.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
my little fantasy
It was no less than a blind fold game Oh,how beautifully I can still see it You left me with madness overpowering me since last spring, It still blossoms with your fragrance   The best part is its inevitable.
rabiya-zafar
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
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