The Golden One - Marcus Follin - Gym Session and Glorious Exploration Walk

May 28, 2015 - The Golden One - Marcus Follin

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Gym Session and Glorious Exploration Walk

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	Is it not ironic?
	How your favorite dress is to fatten which you have fought to the ball.
	Dark of a robot and we're all far below the great sprouts, deep from neat as soil, where some light will never ever rain behind, from local swing to children, from all ice to locust.
	Eternal Refuge of the soul
	The darkness of the night goes out and dawn be falls in the tide between the ties, The great in the soil very deep Shall not perfect a message.
	In the dark of a dumb, nasty avenue, Life is concealed behind.
	From locust we got the children from all life.
	To locus we sail Eternal refuge of the soul Eternal refuge of the soul
	The day is born from the night every night I saw to you this world Now this song has been sung that mirror Is it not ironic?
	How you cling so hard to our evidence of all the race As you maintain your unbroken merge to display what you care The time goes with its mother's move and shrouded and concealed
	Touched her from all I've said.
	I see all kinds of swish I hear

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Is it not ironic?

How your favorite dress is to fatten which you have fought to the ball.

Dark of a robot and we're all far below the great sprouts, deep from neat as soil, where some light will never ever rain behind, from local swing to children, from all ice to locust.

Eternal Refuge of the soul

The darkness of the night goes out and dawn be falls in the tide between the ties, The great in the soil very deep Shall not perfect a message.

In the dark of a dumb, nasty avenue, Life is concealed behind.

From locust we got the children from all life.

To locus we sail Eternal refuge of the soul Eternal refuge of the soul

The day is born from the night every night I saw to you this world Now this song has been sung that mirror Is it not ironic?

How you cling so hard to our evidence of all the race As you maintain your unbroken merge to display what you care The time goes with its mother's move and shrouded and concealed

Touched her from all I've said.

I see all kinds of swish I hear