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When it comes, you hear You hear une , deux , trois , quatre and think of the stars, the bits floating above me because they have no home because we are all thunder and stardust.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
Andromeda
When it comes, you hear You hear une , deux , trois , quatre and think of the stars, the bits floating above me because they have no home because we are all thunder and stardust.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
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