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Apr 17
Heart of gold,
Your hands grow cold.

Heart of gold,
This is not the end.

Heart of gold,
You are invincible.

Your memory will be,

πΈπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™.
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