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| 2. |
| 12:26 |
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| 3. |
| 3:48 |
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| 4. |
| 5:33 |
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| 5. |
| 5:06 |
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| 6. |
| 4:40 |
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| 7. |
| 3:31 | 
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Rambling, where to begin I taste the summer on your peppery skin been saved, the warm of the waves I felt us slip into a watery grave my girl, linen and curls, lips parting like a flag all unfurled she's grand, the bend of her hand digging deep into the sweep of the sand and summer arrives with a length of lights and summer blows away and quietly gets swallowed by a wave waylaid, the din of the day, folks bobbing in the blue of the bay in deep, far beneath all the dead sailors slowly slipping to sleep my girl, linen and curls lips parting like a flag all unfurled she's grand, the bend of her hand digging deep into the sweep of the sand and summer arrives with a length of lights and summer blows away and quietly gets swallowed by a wave |
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| 8. |
| 11:20 |
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| 9. |
| 5:13 |
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