carrying on in ecstasy. little eyes looking up at me, a new star wars is born tonight. awkward karma. we will see the great light fight. I need a new anthem, something with foxy eyes to turn me inside out so I can feel redeemed again and pure like liquid opal teardrops for the child of the last unicorn. may all you lost souls find peace and be at
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