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May 2016
We must all feel death.
It does not matter what comes after.

But the moment - that moment real.
Dancing to the Tennessee's Waltz
Don't think about the lost, Scarecrow.
Don't think at all - empty that brain
If you wish to stay sane.

You're darling Dorothy is gone.
You heard the truth in that song
You said:
"I have heard the future.
And all I have left is myself."

What comes after does not matter.
We're going to Oz - and I need my Dorothy
aar505n
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aar505n  Ireland
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