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Alas mine heart tis a desert mine arid heart bears nay fruits whither love, she hath cultivated hard mine arid heart bares nay roots whence hath thy fertility gone whither shriveled the lake that graced thy farm anon thou loveth thy foe: the sun Surely hast thou met a beast named man oh sweet pillager eternally travelling with nay promised land sole traveller, eternal traveller arid heart, eternal sand
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
Arid Heart
Alas mine heart tis a desert mine arid heart bears nay fruits whither love, she hath cultivated hard mine arid heart bares nay roots whence hath thy fertility gone whither shriveled the lake that graced thy farm anon thou loveth thy foe: the sun Surely hast thou met a beast named man oh sweet pillager eternally travelling with nay promised land sole traveller, eternal traveller arid heart, eternal sand
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
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