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I walk through the fog of my mind I see the tree branches and tree spirits I hear the whispering of the wind The fairy circle is beckoning I cover myself with flowers And I lay down Waiting to rot
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
To the earth I will return
I walk through the fog of my mind I see the tree branches and tree spirits I hear the whispering of the wind The fairy circle is beckoning I cover myself with flowers And I lay down Waiting to rot
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
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