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those were the days those halcyon days all sepia tinted under weird pink haze we smiled at the camera manufacturing lies preserving the moment with unblinking eyes life becomes magnified under a lens but like a hipstamatic it's all just pretense just give me the blurs and the eyes half closed cause the truth starts there not in the fake wooden pose
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
Nostalgia's overrated
those were the days those halcyon days all sepia tinted under weird pink haze we smiled at the camera manufacturing lies preserving the moment with unblinking eyes life becomes magnified under a lens but like a hipstamatic it's all just pretense just give me the blurs and the eyes half closed cause the truth starts there not in the fake wooden pose
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
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