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There are people like snow. Beautiful but cold. People full of love, People spoiled by gold. There are people-oceans, People-puddles, People full of emotions There are soldiers and captians. There are people-robots, People-mutineers. There are people-moments, People-years. There are people-edens, People-clerics, There are even People-relics. There are people-alters, People-droplets. There are people-dollars, And the wallet owners
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
People
There are people like snow. Beautiful but cold. People full of love, People spoiled by gold. There are people-oceans, People-puddles, People full of emotions There are soldiers and captians. There are people-robots, People-mutineers. There are people-moments, People-years. There are people-edens, People-clerics, There are even People-relics. There are people-alters, People-droplets. There are people-dollars, And the wallet owners
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
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