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Three hours, Five days, Eight weeks The time flies like a swarm of bees; Stay weak as I’m brought to my knees; I lay awake and I wait Is the time right or too late?
Three hours, Five days, Eight weeks The time flies like a swarm of bees; Stay weak as I’m brought ...
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