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Saturdays sun set's beside the raising sea tide sorrow with out the promise of tomorrow
structure with staged sounds passion sown in grains of sand sing to me simpathy show me the steady search for said saviour succeeded. Black spade and a glass of scotch she loves me not sterling seats of silver saturated in snow a scenic scene speak this tongue tied sentence of sculptured speech swept in depth seen inept a sober day sweet and simple.
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