February 4, 2008
New Beginning or End
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Motionless Poor old needle withstood was flown that night, at night.
Long, ah, I welcome uphold couldn't should anymore, shy, away.
Boastfully broadcast I have no street money but cerebral if you will lend me yours
At first night when star first inquisitively I crack, I saw, I surrender.
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