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oldest of it's kind. I was too touched to see you clearly, far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you, who's world I had designed, but the sweet smoke

oldest of it's kind. I was too touched to see you clearly, far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you, who's world I had designed, but the sweet smoke

oldest of it's kind. I was too touched to see you clearly, far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you, who's world I had designed, but the sweet smoke