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The ice times have past now is perfection, the garden spot, dream times. Gather up your gear, spear walking time is here. The young yarrow is still sweet, shoots and sunshine journey back in, time. Too much of good things time, never should of sold it time. Now the wishes made will all come true, at this time. Time you must be grateful, the silver lining is gilded, and their is pleasure by the plateful.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
Spear Walking Time
The ice times have past now is perfection, the garden spot, dream times. Gather up your gear, spear walking time is here. The young yarrow is still sweet, shoots and sunshine journey back in, time. Too much of good things time, never should of sold it time. Now the wishes made will all come true, at this time. Time you must be grateful, the silver lining is gilded, and their is pleasure by the plateful.
Secret Garden, Hidden Window
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
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