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She's magik and I am spellbound caught in a web spun of her beauty in madness, and if she would believe me I would tell her that her eyes shine brighter than the wheat fields that glisten in the midday sun.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
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She's magik and I am spellbound caught in a web spun of her beauty in madness, and if she would believe me I would tell her that her eyes shine brighter than the wheat fields that glisten in the midday sun.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
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