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Your Hands Are Blunt And Your Eyes, Sharp Your Hurt Is Convert No Blissful Harp Sweet Sound Is Mute And Pain Is Loud My Desire Is Blind What Have I Found Because I'm Going In Circles Like A Merry-go-round
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
Merry-Go-Round
Your Hands Are Blunt And Your Eyes, Sharp Your Hurt Is Convert No Blissful Harp Sweet Sound Is Mute And Pain Is Loud My Desire Is Blind What Have I Found Because I'm Going In Circles Like A Merry-go-round
Myrrhical
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
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