bludemonn
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The sun never sets or rises on Borderland, it gives that early morning colour, making you almost cry with emotion, sending you to that world where surrealism was born. The birds are chirping...no wait...they are talking to me...HA HA HA HA yes they are talking (smiles scarily) 'come hither little robin.... dont lark in sorrow but comes hence forth with lest a big eagle flyeth down and swallow you whole, oi get away from my robin you enourmouse squirrel!.....
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A hopeless dreamer she said, eyes of cloud and feet of lead.
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