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| pete | here the sun rise in the morning, here it make about its daily dream. it is where we are and the voice is above all but what it is beneath. seats here are adorned with silver and gold, and the air is full of myrhh. oh sigur ros let your bow played guitar mark this ground as hallow. | 040218 |
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| pipers | did some inn'erestin' stuff on the vanillla sky soundtrack...yep... | 040218 |
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| girl_jane | Oh goodness...now I have to go listen to them... | 040219 |