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Death of a Rose
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are you following in my flight path?
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mourninglight
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to fly where I know there are no rocks in the clouds, yes.
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symphonic
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i've already hit the mountain hidden in the clouds and i'm just trying to convince the fatman that it's for the best......
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mourninglight
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*hint* tell him the oxygen tank is good for him at high altitudes. calm as a hindu cow he shall be
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Symphonic
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a reillustrated panic? *hehe*
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symphonic
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and the fatman singeth no more.
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mourninglight
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he may singeth his own requiem should you make him high enough
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symphonic
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he's only high at the point I push him off the cliff, then he's tenderized.
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mourninglight
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BBQ sauce...
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symphonic
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marinated pleasure
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040828
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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