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I make a toast To the most that we made of it I lift my glass To every second that passed Down to the last.
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Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 6:04 PM UTC
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I make a toast To the most that we made of it I lift my glass To every second that passed Down to the last.
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Apr 24, 2022 at 6:04 PM UTC
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