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Oct 2014
keep on, baby, keep on.
Through the woods and the weeds and the mystical things we fear.

keep on, baby, keep on.
The things you treasure you can measure by the drops of love you breathe.

keep on, baby, keep on.
The rarity of your soul spreads light to those who seek it most.
Pdub
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