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The sun burning through clouds never chomped so loud, I'm surprised the moon's still alive. Breaking ice in the town, our minds floating around cold wind throwing crystals and knives.
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Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:19 PM UTC
Greencastle Ice Storm 2011
The sun burning through clouds never chomped so loud, I'm surprised the moon's still alive. Breaking ice in the town, our minds floating around cold wind throwing crystals and knives.
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SWB
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Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:19 PM UTC
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