that the world will know your name? so tell me your name.
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selfportrait. full view please.
the song is by thriving ivory called 'angels on the moon.' it's absolutely beautiful, and probably a song that will go on my list of 1238172589 top favorite songs of all time. so if you get a chance, give it a listen!
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---- [...a secret was concealed.] it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands! it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end; where i wrote:
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---- [...a secret was concealed.] it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands! it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end; where i wrote:
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Passer pour un idiot aux yeux d'un imbécile est une volupté de fin gourmet.
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Prophet Profit
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Passer pour un idiot aux yeux d'un imbécile est une volupté de fin gourmet.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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Passer pour un idiot aux yeux d'un imbécile est une volupté de fin gourmet.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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As a child, I thought I could live without pain, without sorrow.
As a man, I've found it's all caught up with me.
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Passer pour un idiot aux yeux d'un imbécile est une volupté de fin gourmet.
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