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The grass's turning green, amidst this splendid dream. As I relish in this free paradise, before it turns into a franchise. I fill my lungs with the air that's soulfully enriched, before it turns rare.
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Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:04 PM UTC
thougths that never die
The grass's turning green, amidst this splendid dream. As I relish in this free paradise, before it turns into a franchise. I fill my lungs with the air that's soulfully enriched, before it turns rare.
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Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:04 PM UTC
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