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secretly your dreams are made with dirty hands and skinned knees and tree bark and twigs. if you could have one wish you'd stay there forever, but for now all your treasure has turned to fools' gold.
secretly your dreams are made with dirty hands and skinned knees and tree bark and twigs. if you could have one wish you'd stay there forever, but for now all your treasure has turned to fools' gold.
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