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Relatively; They’re traced back to your hand. Where the lakes meet the palatial forests, Ensconced by a foreign land, Ink stains, summer ice cream, soccer matches. They spell what raised you from the ground. Farther; They pull you to the motherland. Whispering to you in unfamiliar characters, On a train across the vast verdant terrain, Reliving the arduous lives of your predecessors. You are a product of cold animosity and two rivals.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
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Relatively; They’re traced back to your hand. Where the lakes meet the palatial forests, Ensconced by a foreign land, Ink stains, summer ice cream, soccer matches. They spell what raised you from the ground. Farther; They pull you to the motherland. Whispering to you in unfamiliar characters, On a train across the vast verdant terrain, Reliving the arduous lives of your predecessors. You are a product of cold animosity and two rivals.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
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