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each noon sleeps through drowsy and sharp autumn with its hair in manifolds bright steaming with chirps of tiny color
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
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each noon sleeps through drowsy and sharp autumn with its hair in manifolds bright steaming with chirps of tiny color
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
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