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now, i'm tipsy fine and spatial divine, this moment's the happiest glade, and yes, stretch I would, if only I could, this second, pinpointed, and saved, though my usual friend, the Sun, will soon end a perfection, so cursed to fade, and i'll have to wake, and on faith, sober take, that i'll find the Moon's shine re-displayed.
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
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now, i'm tipsy fine and spatial divine, this moment's the happiest glade, and yes, stretch I would, if only I could, this second, pinpointed, and saved, though my usual friend, the Sun, will soon end a perfection, so cursed to fade, and i'll have to wake, and on faith, sober take, that i'll find the Moon's shine re-displayed.
keith-ren
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
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