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4d
The opposite of fast forward.
Sure as death
Each shallow breath
Gets steadily
Less steady
As I see you
Drift into
The sweet eternal
Eddy.
Written by
Jimmy silker
100
       Jess, Megan Parson, naΗ§Γ­, Emma, Christian and 2 others
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