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An iron hand has gripped my heart; now sluggish is the blood that travels slowly in my veins, like a lifeless flood. An iron hand has gripped my days, and now they're tired and slow. I don't know what to do with them -- they slowly come and go.
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
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An iron hand has gripped my heart; now sluggish is the blood that travels slowly in my veins, like a lifeless flood. An iron hand has gripped my days, and now they're tired and slow. I don't know what to do with them -- they slowly come and go.
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
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