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To the capricious winds our seeds are sewn Into the empty darkness, our way unknown Run child, run and hide, run quickly away Eternity laughs most cruelly, and in the end Dreams almost never touch the light of day
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
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To the capricious winds our seeds are sewn Into the empty darkness, our way unknown Run child, run and hide, run quickly away Eternity laughs most cruelly, and in the end Dreams almost never touch the light of day
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
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