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Lyrical Dementia
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Dreams hung like clouds on washing lines. Wind mills blew. Old, abandoned cathedrals and school yards echoed with cries and laughter.
Somewhere, outside of this all, stirred a young woman and a young man. His name was Aiden, her name Tillashaw.
Somewhere, outside of this all, stirred a young woman and a young man. His name was Aiden, her name Tillashaw.
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