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Existence, fleeting like snow Like railways, our lives intersect We were meant to meet, to cross each others paths Time is infinite, a never ending string forever unwinding.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Railways
Existence, fleeting like snow Like railways, our lives intersect We were meant to meet, to cross each others paths Time is infinite, a never ending string forever unwinding.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
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