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Roads are damp weather's cold You and I in a silent mode day's fading air's blowing a liner convos with phrases so upsetting said could not pursuit, for I'm just a friend guess, this special treatment is about to end
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
The end.
Roads are damp weather's cold You and I in a silent mode day's fading air's blowing a liner convos with phrases so upsetting said could not pursuit, for I'm just a friend guess, this special treatment is about to end
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
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