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Apr 22
She spent her time with Mary Jane
     And diamonds in the sky;
She skipped with joy down Penny Lane
     As Rita passed her by.

I am the walrus yesterday;
     Tomorrow never knows
Whate'er became of Lucy Gray
     And where her bonnet blows.
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         MetaVerse, rick, Immortality, naǧí, Nick Moore and 7 others
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