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Peace

It seems like not all the times the woods may be fresh and tender and muster glitter thus political war brokenness has become something like rumour or whisper or mirrage. Can we not find a passion to reject gross fascinations and drugging abuse?, can we not find for instance how fast the rebellion vile leader is thinking at the moment?, or how perhaps it might have been a wonderful story memory?.

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