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Untitled (by Anonymous)
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such a hipocrite am i
fly into the great purple sky
to the day but through the night
up all windy by the flight
of the wings of eagle bright
i hope to wish to see i'm right
through the dust of makeship bite
through the house of non-go fight
till i see the great blue knight
and sail through clouds purest white
then i reach the star-est bright
there i'll meet her, there tonight
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