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Glimpse of watery ink.
A November hill
Town walk in the
Fields of days
Into the night
For Ben hasn't been
Home in the summertime of
Of the country case
Where the dew on my leaves
Are still glup like the
Fluid of yacht charter of freight
Fein in the group of the country
Map showing harbor days .
Town walk in the
Fields of days
Into the night
For Ben hasn't been
Home in the summertime of
Of the country case
Where the dew on my leaves
Are still glup like the
Fluid of yacht charter of freight
Fein in the group of the country
Map showing harbor days .
Published 6th Sep 2020
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