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Feb 2015
His eyes are blue
Mine are brown
This Sun went down, it surely does
Krypton moon you move me, to fear like heights
Go through me
A ****** does happen on top of trees, on this night of the super moon
Fur feathers hundreds thousands
His eyes are blue
Mine are brown
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