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Death stirs all ways like the wind like something getting up to go, and like the wind death doesn't leave anywhere alone, but where it is he travels with whoever take his guiding hand, gladly will I wait until                      I die to understand ..
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
Gladly will I wait..
Death stirs all ways like the wind like something getting up to go, and like the wind death doesn't leave anywhere alone, but where it is he travels with whoever take his guiding hand, gladly will I wait until                      I die to understand ..
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
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