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o                                          , little star with fingers   gowned nimble     fickles numbly      bickering the night with perhaps slamming       bruises off white          fast timidity                                                    o,            simply dusting              forever lovely                without mortal                  err ere the dull                    mother of budding                      s                        -tupid unheavy                           light                             what slashes                               night briefly                                 impeding                                  darkness flaky                                   flaking breaking                                  in summer                                 making                               sorry ladies                             who sleeping                            fairies dote                           'pon slick                         penultimate                        spheres                      where                     heaven                   whitely moors                                                                                            ,                her softly             and her       deftly marvelous                                                                                          ........................    4ever                                                                               ,      and 4                                                                     '                   ever                                                 .   "                                 ever                             ,  '                                          ever                . '                                                    eVEr : '
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Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
o, little star
o                                          , little star with fingers   gowned nimble     fickles numbly      bickering the night with perhaps slamming       bruises off white          fast timidity                                                    o,            simply dusting              forever lovely                without mortal                  err ere the dull                    mother of budding                      s                        -tupid unheavy                           light                             what slashes                               night briefly                                 impeding                                  darkness flaky                                   flaking breaking                                  in summer                                 making                               sorry ladies                             who sleeping                            fairies dote                           'pon slick                         penultimate                        spheres                      where                     heaven                   whitely moors                                                                                            ,                her softly             and her       deftly marvelous                                                                                          ........................    4ever                                                                               ,      and 4                                                                     '                   ever                                                 .   "                                 ever                             ,  '                                          ever                . '                                                    eVEr : '
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Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
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