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The royal magistrate gives the laws, the wind sails true, the grass grows greener, the sun shines brighter, you dance in the meadows of youth each day, starting now. The avant-garde ******** ends now we are guided by the restrictions we live in. each day, self-regulated, un-mitigated, joy. Waves of acid-washed notes flash by, each one dwindling longer than the one before, mingling in a pale composition with each beat goading the next.
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Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 12:22 PM UTC
Avant-Garde
The royal magistrate gives the laws, the wind sails true, the grass grows greener, the sun shines brighter, you dance in the meadows of youth each day, starting now. The avant-garde ******** ends now we are guided by the restrictions we live in. each day, self-regulated, un-mitigated, joy. Waves of acid-washed notes flash by, each one dwindling longer than the one before, mingling in a pale composition with each beat goading the next.
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Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 12:22 PM UTC
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