When the old sorrows rise up, the press of a button can send a rich honey of harmonies and voices to pour over my scars.
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When the old sorrows rise up, the press of a button can send a rich honey of harmonies and voices to pour over my scars.
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When the old sorrows rise up, the press of a button can send a rich honey of harmonies and voices to pour over my scars.
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