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Speak until the dust |
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settles in the same specific place |
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Light refused to go |
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Drink it from a cast and iron plate |
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instead of cold milk |
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was offered unripe |
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Instead of silence |
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considered craven |
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Nothing made it seem |
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hidden where the aging soil was pure |
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Pressed against the crease |
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Mountains become fragrant at the source |
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how can you stand this |
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exotic angle |
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I read it somewhere |
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that they would lie still |
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flexing with the forest clung |
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Half waist and high raised arms |
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kicking at the slightest form |
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I remember my first love |
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I remember my first love |
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Unrelied I was called |
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missing teeth out of favour |
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Nickel beach it was all |
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gathering by the sundial |
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I woke hard |
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I woke heavy |
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for the half way stop |
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Five whole hours in |
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when I woke hard |
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I woke heavy with the live or parts |
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I remember how cloth hung |
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flexing with the forest clung |
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Half waist and high raised arms |
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kicking at the slightest form |
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I remember my first love |
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I remember my first love |
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I remember my first love |