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that childhood game of desert-island well I am deserted I am standing on thick ice but I never learned how to ice-skate And the edge is coming ever closer And I know how to swim, but with icy shock will I be able to? screams reverberated how is it the thick set cliffs of snow stand firm as if they’ve fallen deaf
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
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that childhood game of desert-island well I am deserted I am standing on thick ice but I never learned how to ice-skate And the edge is coming ever closer And I know how to swim, but with icy shock will I be able to? screams reverberated how is it the thick set cliffs of snow stand firm as if they’ve fallen deaf
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
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