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Living it is.I want to write something; / I want to write something now. / And I am going to write it.

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The Spring Dress with Ruffled SleevesA wide open field / Where grass blows in the wind. / A narrow stream gurgling,

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My Magic BoxI look inside my magic box. / I stare at the pretty things I see, / I read the pretty things I find lying there,

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I Am A StoryStories. Them stories. / They are a beginning, a middle and an end. / They are a birth, a life and a death.

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You say you love me.You say you love me. / Then take me to a beach / Where the sea can rush over our feet,

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