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were it not for that singular smell
take my bracelets
i love to steal awhile away
there by the window in the old house
listen
i shall see a star tonight
he's gone
i saw with open eyes
my sorrow, when she's here with me
let me move slowly through the street
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
lo! 'tis a gala night
white foam flower, red flame flower

 



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