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I'm tearing up, across face
dust through the light
To fide your name
It's something fane
This is not a place
Not yet awake, I'm of make
Still alive whi you, love
Still whi you, love
who you, love
In a mother out a moth
Furling forests, for the soft
been lead aloft
So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know, it is, is pouring wire it up!
You're breaking your ground
dust through the light
To fide your name
It's something fane
This is not a place
Not yet awake, I'm of make
Still alive whi you, love
Still whi you, love
who you, love
In a mother out a moth
Furling forests, for the soft
been lead aloft
So I'm ridding all your stories
What I know, it is, is pouring wire it up!
You're breaking your ground
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