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The guns've been left at home, and the ladies are going with us. These are hills holding high as the sun spills shine as the rivers run 'round as the trees tip tangerine as the flowers flush fuchsia as the grass grows green. It is all included, so you won't have any of it.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC
Inheritance
The guns've been left at home, and the ladies are going with us. These are hills holding high as the sun spills shine as the rivers run 'round as the trees tip tangerine as the flowers flush fuchsia as the grass grows green. It is all included, so you won't have any of it.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC
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