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We made magic, dear; The gift of your little day turned into a little year. Silent drums are loud Celebrations of the mind, Water, sliding chairs.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
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We made magic, dear; The gift of your little day turned into a little year. Silent drums are loud Celebrations of the mind, Water, sliding chairs.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
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