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Your body is like yours.
Now I know. Similar
skin, eyes similar, identical
tremors.
As he feel the breezes,
their feet from the shore.
Yours polished silver moons
The corollary is yours, so I always knew
.
final destination has a
though his view of rags
andthe yours lots.
Your body is like yours.
And as mine. Only time
to the bone, different .
Wind
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