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fresh threshed of habit pragmatic in a gasp cast black magic trashed to the last time waking up far flung thrown but there is no away the grain planted to be these moments stays Earthed even after greening in teeming hill after hill of step measured progression these green beings long before we set out had daily met the sun with praise let us do the same
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
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fresh threshed of habit pragmatic in a gasp cast black magic trashed to the last time waking up far flung thrown but there is no away the grain planted to be these moments stays Earthed even after greening in teeming hill after hill of step measured progression these green beings long before we set out had daily met the sun with praise let us do the same
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
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