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I Can't Feel A Thing; All Mournful Petal Storms Are Dancing Inside The Very Private Spring Of My Head.
-Franz Kafka
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I Can't Feel A Thing; All Mournful
Franz Kafka
I Can't Feel A Thing; All Mournful Petal Storms Are Dancing Inside The Very Private Spring Of My Head.
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