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What is this place Where I am; The people are so strange. They glide around With too many words, But not one kind exchange
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
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What is this place Where I am; The people are so strange. They glide around With too many words, But not one kind exchange
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
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