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Feb 2015
He spoke through the sheets as he shuffled the beats and composed one more tune for the girl
and the girl with her eyes shut saw the music as it cut quite cleanly through the storm laden air.
There are notes everywhere to make you calm, make you stir with the power and the depth of the oceans,
he was dark, he was deep but he mixed a mean beat for the girl at the helm of his ship.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Olivia Kent, ryn and PrttyBrd
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