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It is the wall either tall or small it stands Regardless of sleet or ice of strawberries and mice through the bad seasons or the nice weather that actually brings us togheters which is why i write this almost like my thesis to the young to the old to the meek soon to be bold crack down that wall where mistrust sat laughing at the soldier that you are back agianst the wall grip tight at swing feel the power that it brings whooosh and it falls thundering sputtering remains opening the domains feel the righns loose hold and fall all the remnants a reminder almost like a trophy the small fee that you suffered all is open all a token connect the unspoken
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Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
the Wall
It is the wall either tall or small it stands Regardless of sleet or ice of strawberries and mice through the bad seasons or the nice weather that actually brings us togheters which is why i write this almost like my thesis to the young to the old to the meek soon to be bold crack down that wall where mistrust sat laughing at the soldier that you are back agianst the wall grip tight at swing feel the power that it brings whooosh and it falls thundering sputtering remains opening the domains feel the righns loose hold and fall all the remnants a reminder almost like a trophy the small fee that you suffered all is open all a token connect the unspoken
britta
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britta
Norwegian
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
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