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going down to my last reserve I've gotten sullen and lost my nerve now cast out all curious friend and foe my mind made up to leave, I must go so close and structured a team were we now a barren collection, the remaing three friends lingering in a static mobile hoping to keep steady the last appeal once thinking that destiny was free just moments flashing with joy and glee now pats on the back and see you real soon but certain am I, not before the next full moon
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
friends forlorn
going down to my last reserve I've gotten sullen and lost my nerve now cast out all curious friend and foe my mind made up to leave, I must go so close and structured a team were we now a barren collection, the remaing three friends lingering in a static mobile hoping to keep steady the last appeal once thinking that destiny was free just moments flashing with joy and glee now pats on the back and see you real soon but certain am I, not before the next full moon
robert-gretczko
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
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