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This is a novel of Rebecceth and Angstroma story of a novel, that's the perfect description of 'emthis is a ressurection, this is a mass ascentionthis is a merger of a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes,a girl and a guy
Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousnessa world of listlessness is all we ever asked forrolling down a fine collection of lucky charmsmy horseshoe's gone rusty, my clover has lost its leaves
Pages fall from trees in bundles, 'n look like leavestypewriter's movements are too slowpunctuation is a great idea when you're apair of writers in a canyon lounge
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Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousnessto stop this list would be a crime of second natureradiate these words in circular friendshipwho is it coming from tonight?CHORUS
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