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contrast
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mystery field
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Life
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scars
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mothermoon
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Mother
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Whispers of Fog
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Space Invader
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You can't see it, but there's war below
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To protect is a Soul's life
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Susceptibility
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I hear you, Soul. I'm trying
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to dream a dream of the me I'm too tired to be
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to hunt
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Introducing SalmonAnne
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to Grandmother's we go
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Cries the Raven
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We know that in September we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost. ~Henry Rollins