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Post by oskar345 on May 12, 2016 10:47:14 GMT 1
Sebastopol
Was it a dream Soldiers In thick ankle deep Overcoats And I had none It gets dark early In Sebastopol A blessing A tried to buy An overcoat Was arrested Sweet wine they sold For cigarettes Sent back on board Brezhnev Did the driving What do I know It might still be The darkest place On earth.
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