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Apr 27
It may not mean much to you
but it does to me
The late, quiet of this little street
Privacy like time becomes commodity
As lost as El Dorado
Harder to find than Atlantis
Hidden in the deep blue swirlin' sea
The solace in silence, bares the true and priceless treasure
Rose
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Rose  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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     Fawn, ---, BPIII, Khoi-San and ---
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