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The tales of lore abound were arrogant lies are found measured by a length of time subliminal messages we do find go ahead, cast the birds against the bees for the rains will leave dry, the empty seas and the stars will not twinkle as lovers kiss for their hearts that beat seem to go amiss suspect every word for that truth or falsehood behind every door are just tales of lore then dance upon the new green of spring inhale the freshness that it brings their, the slumber of arrogant lies are found decaying, as the newness of renewal abound
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
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The tales of lore abound were arrogant lies are found measured by a length of time subliminal messages we do find go ahead, cast the birds against the bees for the rains will leave dry, the empty seas and the stars will not twinkle as lovers kiss for their hearts that beat seem to go amiss suspect every word for that truth or falsehood behind every door are just tales of lore then dance upon the new green of spring inhale the freshness that it brings their, the slumber of arrogant lies are found decaying, as the newness of renewal abound
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
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