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*It is sad a heart of a lad dug into trenches and furrows a heart on the tilt to drain all the silt in the pacific ocean to end the future mensch to be long forgotten of their existence rich in hidden treasures It is sad among the best lad bestowed arrow and bow not the young of a generation cut off weak and feeble to their feet no tutor to guide the "flock" a promising zealous generation Who's  the saviour Of the weak and feeble generation?* nobody knows,only time will tell
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
it's sad
*It is sad a heart of a lad dug into trenches and furrows a heart on the tilt to drain all the silt in the pacific ocean to end the future mensch to be long forgotten of their existence rich in hidden treasures It is sad among the best lad bestowed arrow and bow not the young of a generation cut off weak and feeble to their feet no tutor to guide the "flock" a promising zealous generation Who's  the saviour Of the weak and feeble generation?* nobody knows,only time will tell
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