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Sing to me a happy lullaby if you should find me dying- Dying to cast off the womb of skin and bone inherited This spirit was made for dancing strike up a tune of betrothal- For its a wedding feast I am invited and this fleshiness is going nowhere.
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
Fleshiness
Sing to me a happy lullaby if you should find me dying- Dying to cast off the womb of skin and bone inherited This spirit was made for dancing strike up a tune of betrothal- For its a wedding feast I am invited and this fleshiness is going nowhere.
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
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