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And the dream begs the differance of why I walk on trubbled waters parading masqurading nightengales sing
to the glory that spokes of mountian bikes in dreary twisted miles
but lifes the enrichment mark that stamppeedes the deasert vile and corrupts the struckture in dilated time
to the glory that spokes of mountian bikes in dreary twisted miles
but lifes the enrichment mark that stamppeedes the deasert vile and corrupts the struckture in dilated time