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Weathers unnerving tempo Draws ****** of livid bright Drawn near though mad and slow I, man of mere human might Gazette it as life to death Not so, we must choose Appear ahead, loved and left Of our own deeds we shall lose
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
Weather tempo
Weathers unnerving tempo Draws ****** of livid bright Drawn near though mad and slow I, man of mere human might Gazette it as life to death Not so, we must choose Appear ahead, loved and left Of our own deeds we shall lose
We've got to change
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
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