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Fools Gold!

lets get out of here, come on, I tell you, put your silver on the nightstand, put your pain in my tortured hands, look up, watch the ravens play tag with my soul, give me your heart? no! no! keep your heart, for I possess, your silver and pain, its all I need?
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rocky-loder
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Nov 15, 2011
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