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Time stops to run its feet thru the sand hands in my hair Until I have time to conspire Leave me alone
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
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Time stops to run its feet thru the sand hands in my hair Until I have time to conspire Leave me alone
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
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