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What good will these words do, when rocks are want to stay and the hard places are mountains, but the gaps and valleys- blushing. The western sky is so wide, Blues to swallow all the green and keep the good in your throat with the pain and hypocrisy filling your lungs. Oh but what can a man do when trembling, he admits that he has [unintelligible]
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
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What good will these words do, when rocks are want to stay and the hard places are mountains, but the gaps and valleys- blushing. The western sky is so wide, Blues to swallow all the green and keep the good in your throat with the pain and hypocrisy filling your lungs. Oh but what can a man do when trembling, he admits that he has [unintelligible]
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
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