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In the morning She danced She sang She painted. At night, She cried She suffered She died a little inside.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
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In the morning She danced She sang She painted. At night, She cried She suffered She died a little inside.
jennacass
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
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