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The eyes are there again egging for inspection. Look me in the face and lose your muse discretion. The weight it bears ill prepared to flow without repression. To know there is a place where the lion sleeps moans and mimes the holes, they blind. Not a thing in mind......... Get out of my mind. Out of my mind something I force.... farce..... Faust...
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 10:24 PM UTC
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The eyes are there again egging for inspection. Look me in the face and lose your muse discretion. The weight it bears ill prepared to flow without repression. To know there is a place where the lion sleeps moans and mimes the holes, they blind. Not a thing in mind......... Get out of my mind. Out of my mind something I force.... farce..... Faust...
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 10:24 PM UTC
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