You darn kids with your falling boys and your panices discos and your bloody dancefloors and your romantic chemicals and your imaginary dragons and your cold monkeys and your pierces veils and your demand for the horizon and your sleepovers with sirens and your crowned empires and your brides in black veils and your days of green and when you are arriving as romans and your hotels in Tokyo and your mice being men.....
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