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￭ n_everending story 
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tonight
I ride your saddle of words chasing the the wind of ‘no-man’s land’ we’re running away from it all reality is a dot, far behind us with hands stuck in your dark tangled mane I breath in your sweat as my soul is about to be reborn it’s you and me all or nothing tonight if you were human we would be lovers…
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