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I just feel there is Something immortal Inside our veins, And perhaps I am conceited But I mean it. You make eternity Possible with your gentle swords of hands, And perhaps I am defeated But I feel it. -- Eleanor
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Defeated
I just feel there is Something immortal Inside our veins, And perhaps I am conceited But I mean it. You make eternity Possible with your gentle swords of hands, And perhaps I am defeated But I feel it. -- Eleanor
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
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