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Our evanescent spring, I dread its vanishing more than I ought. “Was I really born merely to become a stranger unto myself?” Our laughter shall fade into sepulchral memory, our tender years rendered unto dust. Maturity comes bearing its solemn decrees, whilst some forsaken innocence yet languishes within. ONE ANOTHER / OUR SPRING BE BURIED.
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