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Our love can not exist. Echo's final plight. Ero's arrow askew. Come find me beyond the clouds. I'll wait among the whispering veils, among the weeping willows. i wait for you at the breaking of dawn.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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Our love can not exist. Echo's final plight. Ero's arrow askew. Come find me beyond the clouds. I'll wait among the whispering veils, among the weeping willows. i wait for you at the breaking of dawn.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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