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Jul 2015
And when I make it to Alaska,
I'll hold all my things in a basket
I want you to be there with me too
Holding hands the way we once did
And please manage to never forget
The love we've ensnared inside of them.
Jellyfish
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Jellyfish  26/F/Under The Sea
(26/F/Under The Sea)   
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