My presious, you are daddies little girl.
Do not try to save your, my own hollow, soul.
Do this not for him, but for your country,
but do this, you must always do this.
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Words over the heads of the bottom and children.
Even when the few being, semiprecious.
Vast is thine the poor majority,
against being simple, like you some are not.
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You opened it up and the silence was loud.
You are pretty,
You are more than coat hanger pretty.
Invisible,
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Every night she comes to me,
the offer of eternal freedom how it sweetly rings.
And as for him who is my son when evening,
with a whisper comes, It comes the southern sun.
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And if you by my variances be they small and or large.
When by you they mostly are, am I telling the whole truth?
Then in the growing more tender perhaps they become.
Being once like they and I am.
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Blowing in from the wind,
across the sand there as you last left it.
It was there I to find and wading over through it, I to find.
The leaves laid across it, have parted slightly.
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Fifty leaves I saw today, before I saw.
The trees so deep the suns red flare
and briefly light laid soft upon the cake.
Upon the cake.
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Made in Switzerland.
Guarded by the pope.
Woman wear them to.
I would,
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Mikael, making picture messes always.
They come onto every thing oshes around
you now, the mirrors make them worse.
Even in death they grow lame riding the
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