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Breeze dances me around caressing, it takes me. Farther, yet come. But it's whistling is strong That young man's croon where played pain away. Why don't I stray then? flew into the farther... ...November.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Evening
Breeze dances me around caressing, it takes me. Farther, yet come. But it's whistling is strong That young man's croon where played pain away. Why don't I stray then? flew into the farther... ...November.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
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