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No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
Last Login: 11/12/2011 1:33 pm
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ahahahahhaha
*strikes a gang sign*