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Boomerang

Pristine faces could be deceiving Like a masquerade in the making Don't trust too much, even the friendliest hand It could cast a spell like a magic wand But guilty conscience can kill Like the blades of a sickle Hold your faith and lay still Let their echoes make them fickle September 26, 2022, 9:53 AM 13.3771° N, 121.1646° E

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