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Conjure up the theory Of life without a vice The feeling of purity It cannot be beat No one to loathe no candles to hold Where love is complete For the company we keep No missing bits from which to bleed I am a unit, an undivided entity
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
The Magician
Conjure up the theory Of life without a vice The feeling of purity It cannot be beat No one to loathe no candles to hold Where love is complete For the company we keep No missing bits from which to bleed I am a unit, an undivided entity
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
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