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Snarling clues underneath the dollies Waiting for a nudge to rise up and vanish And pop back only when the fret breaks into a moan They will never find Why else do you think people still talk about the people on Titanic? Chummy jays Cockooing with crows saying its alright Mocking sad a bulge hiding behind the crooked crimson spring They will never see Why else do you think Amazon Rainforest is not a Honeymoon destination yet!
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
PERENNIAL BLUES
Snarling clues underneath the dollies Waiting for a nudge to rise up and vanish And pop back only when the fret breaks into a moan They will never find Why else do you think people still talk about the people on Titanic? Chummy jays Cockooing with crows saying its alright Mocking sad a bulge hiding behind the crooked crimson spring They will never see Why else do you think Amazon Rainforest is not a Honeymoon destination yet!
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
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