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The techer of the life of men
The phantom of the past is a memory of the day that were loat in flame of understanding an love an grief
the phantom of the past is a shadow the haunt you from the memory you never let go of
the phantom of the past is a poison of the few an many thing that are hard to swallow
the phantom of the past is a keeper of learning through the ashe of mistake an power of it hold you to
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Saturday 17th July 2021 6:02 am
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