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break up poem

i despise my friends more than you
i can not tell you now
i have heard that a certain princess
two rows of cabbages
i love my life, but not too well
i love my hour of wind and light
our pleasant moments fly
the sun is up
by the shore, by the sea
i burn no incense
a mist was driving down
high-born race

 



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