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ចំណងជើងអង្កត់ធ្នូ
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This Happiness
I Been Crawling Around In Mud. Chasing Rivers And Rubbing Salt. In The Wound. Salt In The Wound. Now Im Letting Go Of Letting Go. I Feel The Air Light Up. When Im Alone. When Im Under A Dome. Its The
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Little Talks
I Dont Like Walking Around This Old And Empty House. So Hold My Hand Ill Walk With You My Dear. The Stairs Creak As You Sleep Its Keeping Me Awake. Its The House Telling You To Close Your Eyes. And So
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Crystals
Lost In Skies Of Powdered Gold Caught In Clouds Of Silver Ropes. Showered By The Empty Hopes As. I Tumble Down Falling Fast To The Ground. I Know Ill Wither So Peel Away The Bark Because Nothing. Grow
