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Beings without wings, flying free. Vision misty unchartered or long forgotten terrain. Somewhere the old soul cautions "tarry, Child, there's reason in limbs...one step a time".
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
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Beings without wings, flying free. Vision misty unchartered or long forgotten terrain. Somewhere the old soul cautions "tarry, Child, there's reason in limbs...one step a time".
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
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