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Feb 2016
Books have an end.
Songs have an end.
We buy new tires,
new homes,
renew inspections and insurances.
We buy new milk and eggs every other week.

But you and I are supposed to last forever?
Written by
JC
145
   ---, GaryFairy and SPT
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