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Vagrant men smoking cigarettes in thine pasture grey, black skies lay little lights hidden from glow; howl thy voiceless; howl thy thoughtless; howl thy careless; howl for thee, thee lives thou forgo. Vagrant men smoking cigarettes in thine pasture grey, la belle epoche; thus, we call today.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
Callipolis
Vagrant men smoking cigarettes in thine pasture grey, black skies lay little lights hidden from glow; howl thy voiceless; howl thy thoughtless; howl thy careless; howl for thee, thee lives thou forgo. Vagrant men smoking cigarettes in thine pasture grey, la belle epoche; thus, we call today.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
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