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Without the angry fetters of tangled heart-strings You will breathe constant like the rising and falling tide does for the shifting moon Should they wish it.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
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Without the angry fetters of tangled heart-strings You will breathe constant like the rising and falling tide does for the shifting moon Should they wish it.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
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