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Waves of a breezy day in the valley Slap the banks that pushed them, Retaliating not too harmfully Just enough to irritate the land. The fight spurs between two opposites; The pure and the old. Pureness doesn't cleanse a spirit That's been around too long, But the old can't **** Something that's practically innocent. The rain decides the winner.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
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Waves of a breezy day in the valley Slap the banks that pushed them, Retaliating not too harmfully Just enough to irritate the land. The fight spurs between two opposites; The pure and the old. Pureness doesn't cleanse a spirit That's been around too long, But the old can't **** Something that's practically innocent. The rain decides the winner.
emmennarr
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
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