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![]() I was born to be lonely, I am best so! |
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![]() all things turn bitter in the end whether you choose the right or the left way and-- dreams are not a bad thing. |
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![]() the happy genius of my household? |
![]() before the first frost--so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones. |
![]() against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold. |
![]() we quicken our desires to that rank odor of a passing springtime! |
![]() a fire in the blood, willy-nilly! |
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