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This is the thing! |
Credits: creddas to ma peeps! |
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As the smooth pan is whispering words of silk in your ear, the glittering water runs between your toes, and the sun sets in the horizon. You gaze at a sailor, sailing in calm at the lonely ocean. |
Credits: credds goto all ya who belived i me! |
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I produced the song at a tuesday. |
Credits: The very person who invented the game of chess. |
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