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This life, Its ending despite me, and this quarrel, Its fusing behind me, nothing unsung; I sang, I errand ones lungs... Now I’m free.
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Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC
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This life, Its ending despite me, and this quarrel, Its fusing behind me, nothing unsung; I sang, I errand ones lungs... Now I’m free.
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Homesickparadise
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC
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