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A happy family makes three. You two are grown. Doesn't matter much to me. My heart is always with you. Your souls are never alone. Wish you could know what I do. This knowledge must not be with you yet. I'm thrown. Forever loving thee.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
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A happy family makes three. You two are grown. Doesn't matter much to me. My heart is always with you. Your souls are never alone. Wish you could know what I do. This knowledge must not be with you yet. I'm thrown. Forever loving thee.
Goldfinch
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
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