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It's like talking to a pre-school kid with some form of mad-cow disease
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Wine red sea
This chaos, this calamity
This garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me
I'll set you up against the stars
This is a lie, this must not go on
This is the time, this is the place
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