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oh sweet scintillating sunshine that saunters in through my window willowing my rug with your rays, your dubious delightful untrustworthy ways wither my solitude with a saint-like smile.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
what are those people called that are only happy when the sun shines?
oh sweet scintillating sunshine that saunters in through my window willowing my rug with your rays, your dubious delightful untrustworthy ways wither my solitude with a saint-like smile.
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Redshift
F/American
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
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