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Silencing call of passion, When you talk of 1800's style vintage Perception no-one knows, but when you see Gross underwrites with turning phone dials You wake A part of you discovering you Like a wheel chasing itself you laugh Hradly suspicious of anything else I hear the fragrance of Canada is Calm except for the penal regrets Of solemn senses
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
Like a blue wind
Silencing call of passion, When you talk of 1800's style vintage Perception no-one knows, but when you see Gross underwrites with turning phone dials You wake A part of you discovering you Like a wheel chasing itself you laugh Hradly suspicious of anything else I hear the fragrance of Canada is Calm except for the penal regrets Of solemn senses
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
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