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Slipping From My Hands
I see the twinkling of the stars, but I do not hear them sing. I see the rustling…
I reckon… it’s time to get LOST!
“ð‘ºð’ð’Žð’†ð’•ð’Šð’Žð’†ð’” ð’šð’ð’– ð’ð’†ð’†ð’… ð’•ð’ ð’ˆð’†ð’• ð‘³ð‘¶ð‘ºð‘»… ð’„ð’‚ð’–ð’”ð’† ð’Šð’•’ð’” ð’•ð’‰ð’† ð’ƒð’†ð’”ð’• ð’˜ð’‚ð’š ð’•ð’ ð’…ð’Šð’”ð’„ð’ð’—ð’†ð’“ ð’šð’ð’–ð’“ð’”ð’†ð’ð’‡ ð’‚ð’ˆð’‚ð’Šð’.” I reckon it…