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i am the stone that the builder refused i am the visual the insparation that makes ladys sing the blues i am the spark that makes youre i dea bright the same spark that lights the dark so that you can know you your left from your right i am the ballot in youre packs of bullets in the gun that in glow to let you now to call youre brother son the story thats become the promise of whats to come and i will remain a soilder till the war is won won
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sweet sweet love
the girl that is my girlfriend kittenru
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