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![]() Can I be as Orpheus?
Can you be my Eurydice? Maybe God could morphy us, Into a paradise. I think my days are numbered,just like the painters canvas here. I think you need cucumbered,just like the haters nexus tear. Thank you ssssssso much. |
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![]() I think we really are so innocent when we dream.Mine remind me of such good feelings now past...that I think are still here.
Then I wake up, and the nightmare begins. Shallow friends can be so easy to lose, but deep memories never go away. |
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![]() Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
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We've Gone Delirious |
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