The infamous I in the missing script of a tin man who I named I. He is the eye of the storm and the shadow along which your smile sometimes creeps, and the laugh we could share so wholeheartedly. It now echoes in the halls, reverberates through the metal and the ironware, that holistic premise under which I made my decisions for the manmade I.


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  1. G in you Gaîa, war and game; A in you âme and amen, Alleluîa you, B and you breathe and i breathe if you breathe, R my king my lord my dear, I love you , E in you hell and eden garden even, L like wind and wings my angel , et d'autre choses encore et d'autres choix, encore, moi Visitor, Victoire and worst…

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