'Go and dream all are selfish and shop-strawbarry
Ashflower is flowting from an ashtree
All is not true, here is yet cream
Taking this someone goes sleep far from your dream1! '
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I seem you love somebody when the village
Sleeps in a pin dropp silence, bloods of my heart
Moulded to cold and cold by the sounds of
Dry leaves that concerns me-there is some body
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