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lord they say of that home overhead is beauty rapturous but the interred holler a song showing gold to be lead for his might is rancorous thought that allure captures still for when have the greedy had their fill not in this life not in the next for the fearful are still afraid and will be still, when down they're laid despite their fight the sickly go too for all their bated breaths could not help in their deaths that fed the soil what hungered so going silently into that goodnight
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Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
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lord they say of that home overhead is beauty rapturous but the interred holler a song showing gold to be lead for his might is rancorous thought that allure captures still for when have the greedy had their fill not in this life not in the next for the fearful are still afraid and will be still, when down they're laid despite their fight the sickly go too for all their bated breaths could not help in their deaths that fed the soil what hungered so going silently into that goodnight
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Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
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