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I need no Dreams... Those of life prove nothing but the smoke of poppies., And those of my slumber.! ? ! ? . Too Now, too Here, too Raw. My Past haunts too well, a discontent. So sweet as that pipe is....on a river of ending. Sold Soldiers Lament
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
America Dreamin'
I need no Dreams... Those of life prove nothing but the smoke of poppies., And those of my slumber.! ? ! ? . Too Now, too Here, too Raw. My Past haunts too well, a discontent. So sweet as that pipe is....on a river of ending. Sold Soldiers Lament
Alexander-Hamilton
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
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