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I told my friends I hated music, that it was a waste of time. And it wasn't till I liked a girl, she made her music mine. When things ended; I was moping, So it hurt to hear her songs. Yet I craved them since was coping, and my drive was very long. Sixteen hours I heard Mumford and he reassured to me. Love won't dismay nor will enslave, But will always set you free.
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Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC
16 hours of Mumford
I told my friends I hated music, that it was a waste of time. And it wasn't till I liked a girl, she made her music mine. When things ended; I was moping, So it hurt to hear her songs. Yet I craved them since was coping, and my drive was very long. Sixteen hours I heard Mumford and he reassured to me. Love won't dismay nor will enslave, But will always set you free.
Sigh No More - Mumford and sons
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28/M/NW Arkansas
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC
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