Beautiful nymph
Comb in hand and scissors gets a bend.
Cold and dark, roadside lines of power
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For whom did the Bells Toll?
How familiar it sounds
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Let's have fun
On the sands of beach lay the seashells
Soft fingers back and forth; make castles
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Deeply I as childhood
Rather to, wear Giveh
As a child the best was
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Till I die
"He had two tumors."
Sister said of father.
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He is dead; let's forget what happened
Let's stick to why, how
Let us dig in ourselves
Let us see what is wrong
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'It fell down and broke.'
Someone said.
'It was jar, clay jar, and shattered to pieces.'
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