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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
You Flossed The Stars
You Flossed The Stars
When to steer's uncertain
And all objectivity
Is gone
The only thing to do is run
You want it all
You flossed the stars
You want it all
You flossed the stars
In his purse he has supernovae
Research has shown this is nearly over
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