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on the ghost of a blood moon returning the bones -- to the sea. all over this globe, we crush the worlds of so many people -- us, our family. I may be dead next time it comes beating an old drum -- I sing again.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
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on the ghost of a blood moon returning the bones -- to the sea. all over this globe, we crush the worlds of so many people -- us, our family. I may be dead next time it comes beating an old drum -- I sing again.
15 November 2016
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
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