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It was midday in late Spring I walked out onto the land with a soul child We met the others there and began the negotiations A total of 4 progressed to the West corner And stood as quarters on the forgotten soil Spirit direct center as an arrow to the skies The retrograde could not impede Then, all was spoken without hesitation
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
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It was midday in late Spring I walked out onto the land with a soul child We met the others there and began the negotiations A total of 4 progressed to the West corner And stood as quarters on the forgotten soil Spirit direct center as an arrow to the skies The retrograde could not impede Then, all was spoken without hesitation
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
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