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soft bells, all my soft bells there, small bird, there come to me how nightingale in memory of aloneness does sing in all its elinesses does ring here small bird, come into me how sun crossed by the purple lipstems goblin flowers sway clasp brightest horse sun your glissando moonfilled eyes' soft bells there, small bird there come to me how nightingale in song does betroth air and when the Winter's children spring chorals all death's lies giggle goblin flowers' hearts small birds, gather me come to me I gather your songing furies' tender quietude's soft bells, all my soft bells
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:13 AM UTC
be my goblin flower
soft bells, all my soft bells there, small bird, there come to me how nightingale in memory of aloneness does sing in all its elinesses does ring here small bird, come into me how sun crossed by the purple lipstems goblin flowers sway clasp brightest horse sun your glissando moonfilled eyes' soft bells there, small bird there come to me how nightingale in song does betroth air and when the Winter's children spring chorals all death's lies giggle goblin flowers' hearts small birds, gather me come to me I gather your songing furies' tender quietude's soft bells, all my soft bells
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:13 AM UTC
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