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With poets' sinew, the dream I have will be played like a harp until I wake. Until the time comes I hope one day... the elixir that remains in my mouth will last until death comes.
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
To Strain Every Nerve
With poets' sinew, the dream I have will be played like a harp until I wake. Until the time comes I hope one day... the elixir that remains in my mouth will last until death comes.
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
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