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spending countless hours surfing the web guessing your music, second-guessing your moods. Versatile meanings of my meanest dreams are just lucid reflection of reality. next, mua, toi, que...languages we speak and tongue twisters we think in. am i a box? do i learn anything at all? Send me seventh leaf to heaven just to make me wanna cry and i am I
simple life with a complex touch simple love with no strings utouched long reef life craving mypths hooras short cuts to PAris Color of lights after all is the same Look what I became sharks unsharp image of image idea of incarnation portrays rays of rising detouch
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