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finding myself, the in-quest, a war is going on, trying to find you in the
war zone, tears sweat and blood, the last conquest, all the strangers can
see, they see us playing in the autumn leaves, winter is just moments
away, holding each other's hand, running around in the rain, our souls
are no longer in control, at heaven's request.. our flesh immediately
disappears.. who knew we would never see or even feel the sunshine
again.. all the strangers could see it..
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