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All our time making justifications in impressions
Of each other setting me promises in stone
It makes me wonder how and
I've nothing to compare
I am meant to
Keep from those
These promoises
In vain
(?)
All our time making justifications in impressions
Of each other setting me promises in stone
It makes me wonder how and
I've nothing to compare
I am meant to
Keep from those
These promoises
In vain
(?)