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were it not for that singular smell
stuff of the moon
the air is like a butterfly
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
royal feast was done
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
gaily through the fields we danced
i am in love with high far-seeing places
just now
lady, your heart has turned to dust

 



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