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And Chrysomallus discarded the golden fleece, on the shadowy east, Of the American land, Harvested, By charcoal calloused crimson red stained hands, Our industry Is heinous beyond belief It's a surprise that we can sleep in peace Selective memory is bittersweet
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
The Golden Fleece
And Chrysomallus discarded the golden fleece, on the shadowy east, Of the American land, Harvested, By charcoal calloused crimson red stained hands, Our industry Is heinous beyond belief It's a surprise that we can sleep in peace Selective memory is bittersweet
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
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