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she flies
in this
plush setting,
she sang
and
the morning
rose with
her voice,
like
a load
of light,
her soul
hungry,
she
lifts herself
into the
absolute air,
for
frantic breath
and she
is
driven away.
plush setting,
she sang
and
the morning
rose with
her voice,
like
a load
of light,
her soul
hungry,
she
lifts herself
into the
absolute air,
for
frantic breath
and she
is
driven away.
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