Øblivion
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^°•°•°••^. Please
Have
Mercy
On
Me.
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"It was an early afternoon in February,
The skies were cloudy and the wind brought promise of rain.
A lazy day drive along the sugar cane roads, singing and dancing to a song on the radio.
Happiness was clear to see.
On the pier just a few meters from the shore,
We found a little blue bench with a view of the great big Indian ocean."~Shore
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