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You and I are suspended over the Rhine. Soon we will be lost to the North Sea with a bottle of wine. While contemplating your life’s chores, You drank yourself to death behind closed doors. A Prince, a Count, privileged guest, prisoner, slave, or pet. All in the same like a preset cassette.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
A meaningful death for a meaningless life.
You and I are suspended over the Rhine. Soon we will be lost to the North Sea with a bottle of wine. While contemplating your life’s chores, You drank yourself to death behind closed doors. A Prince, a Count, privileged guest, prisoner, slave, or pet. All in the same like a preset cassette.
Valerious
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
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