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When a potter raise crunch though with a hunch soon will be a bystander they eye a ricochet cyst round skin that summon Alexander the glaze cleave an arm and this idle their crafts let inside hand again stroll that wing a cafe by night and purpose their hutch still in a penitentiary near a dock by parliament it charm an aft-glow where melancholy heart departing the moon here yet a parole by noon though still it ample tonight with auxiliary light it toll but debt show this dolor they won't tolerate anymore.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
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When a potter raise crunch though with a hunch soon will be a bystander they eye a ricochet cyst round skin that summon Alexander the glaze cleave an arm and this idle their crafts let inside hand again stroll that wing a cafe by night and purpose their hutch still in a penitentiary near a dock by parliament it charm an aft-glow where melancholy heart departing the moon here yet a parole by noon though still it ample tonight with auxiliary light it toll but debt show this dolor they won't tolerate anymore.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
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