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I solitude II lovers III crowd IV everyone standing alone, caught in bitter fever of III's halls I me myself and I tell myself it's only some hours more until he and I become II IV likes to stare, but I am no compass, the direction I am taking is toward Aurora Borealis and mountains the II in the III convince I of my clear ****** method when IV knows I do not experiment I II III IV who can show me the exit? -cj
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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I solitude II lovers III crowd IV everyone standing alone, caught in bitter fever of III's halls I me myself and I tell myself it's only some hours more until he and I become II IV likes to stare, but I am no compass, the direction I am taking is toward Aurora Borealis and mountains the II in the III convince I of my clear ****** method when IV knows I do not experiment I II III IV who can show me the exit? -cj
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