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Expected with lateness, Destined for greatness. My flavors are true, So I hope you can taste this. Live as a winner, But roses do wither. Was born in the winter, I'll die with a shiver.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
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Expected with lateness, Destined for greatness. My flavors are true, So I hope you can taste this. Live as a winner, But roses do wither. Was born in the winter, I'll die with a shiver.
Mya_Madden
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
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