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In all backwards and forways, for upways and downwords still stick in my mind that some hearts are not fine and maybe if I said it thus simple I would gather all stars to my ribs but I see it not simple. If I am, in all consequence, I must see all together or see not at all. For harps are not one string, nor babies one bone but by influx of rivers thus comes the sea. and asking: what sort of waters make up we.
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
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In all backwards and forways, for upways and downwords still stick in my mind that some hearts are not fine and maybe if I said it thus simple I would gather all stars to my ribs but I see it not simple. If I am, in all consequence, I must see all together or see not at all. For harps are not one string, nor babies one bone but by influx of rivers thus comes the sea. and asking: what sort of waters make up we.
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
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