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It never stops amazing me how much time flies in hindsight, The future seems so far away, but what's been done is ancient history. There's just under eight weeks left, Till the end of my countdown of mystery. It's so easy to forget how long it's been, When you're living an endless winter this blistery. The day is approaching, the new dawn encroaching, I can't wait to welcome you into my arms...
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Countdown
It never stops amazing me how much time flies in hindsight, The future seems so far away, but what's been done is ancient history. There's just under eight weeks left, Till the end of my countdown of mystery. It's so easy to forget how long it's been, When you're living an endless winter this blistery. The day is approaching, the new dawn encroaching, I can't wait to welcome you into my arms...
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
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