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Love SandThe sky falls every time I see you. / The sun reveals a no man’s land. / Where hearts once plentiful
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The GardenSlowly you surrender to me. Speed is of the essence not faster but slower. / As the hurricane around
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PumpkinIf you drop your thoughts / Your head will fall off / Falling to the ground like a / Big fat pumpkin
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