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Jan 2017
..the clock turn to four..is it
         time to be ..or the take a tour..

                          ..to your's pour soul..

witch i don't know 'cause i don't at all..
                  ..maybe i fall..

                                   ..there where you are..and you know me..

it's unparalleled to all these conclusion's to the things we are..

                   ..i really don't have any clue..where these letter
                               come from..but i'm certain that
              they are true..

                                            ..sometime's you just have to believe
                               the thing's in our hand's..

              ..just is..
eclipso child
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