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ardenlyhannah ruddhamilcastfelix schillfebruary 2
Under the dark clouds, there was stil a light on the horizon of Atlantic along with the beautiful gr
Under the dark clouds, there was stil a light on the horizon of Atlantic along with the beautiful gr
Saturday Afternoon, the sunshine Pours like wine Through your window And I know Golden June can turn
Saturday Afternoon, the sunshine Pours like wine Through your window And I know Golden June can turn
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money
Say you stayed home Alone with the flu Find out from friends That wasn’t true Go out at ni
Say you stayed home Alone with the flu Find out from friends That wasn’t true Go out at ni
Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, u
Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, u
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