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Sep 2017
the sands of time begin to chime as they fall on through the looking glass.
My love for you has ever grown as your love for me so lasts.
I hold you dear so close to my heart, just like my cigarettes
I hold you dear so close to my heart just like paper images.
9-21-17
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
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