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Uraveling Blue Afghan But the sky won't last forever; radio active isotopes will shoot down once again when spring shoots up between my tits: we'll bask in all my glory, we'll sing for my next coming. Oh, we'll sing! No, the sky won't last forever; unraveling blue afghan. Never were you comforting. Found you, itchy stainless steel rubbed raw, mirror of dermatitis, subsequent crying, precription Zoloft, the bouncing ball that did me in.
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