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I rise and sinǥk in the wind
The walls feel thin when half asleep
And her tears flow like a brook in the meadows
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I rise and sinǥk in the wind
The walls feel thin when half asleep
And her tears flow like a brook in the meadows
Herbarium
Thrown into this
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