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Yes. you.
We created a
Universe out of the
Poor peasant's pieces.
Once we owed it
To our dear destiny
Earliest,
your sombre
my aphrodite and please address my
Frolics for your
head is deaf as mine.
Universe out of the
Poor peasant's pieces.
Once we owed it
To our dear destiny
Earliest,
your sombre
my aphrodite and please address my
Frolics for your
head is deaf as mine.
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