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*"With your tiny drops, Can you obliviate my memory?" I ask the rain; I am scared of the happy ones, For I know, I can never live them again.*
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
The First Spell
*"With your tiny drops, Can you obliviate my memory?" I ask the rain; I am scared of the happy ones, For I know, I can never live them again.*
When the blues hit.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
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