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The worst place to be on a Saturday evening is without a doubt The orphanage on Broadway. You see your friends' charming glares and airy laughs; But then You feel the children's wounded gazes and eerie smiles, And they travel with you For miles.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
The Worst Place
The worst place to be on a Saturday evening is without a doubt The orphanage on Broadway. You see your friends' charming glares and airy laughs; But then You feel the children's wounded gazes and eerie smiles, And they travel with you For miles.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
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