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Whatever he is,
all filled with yellow...
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Caught within these painted walls, unable to get...
On endless loops the days pass by...
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I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve,
holding my feelings at the edge of my tongue...
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I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...
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From the recurring sun
that shuns my distress...
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the cries of the lark do me in,
carrying with it – the eastern winds...
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I sailed my ship
Not knowing where...
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Now that the storm has settled,
I walk back along the trail...
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Something in your words stands out,
whether pushed into low punctuation...
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This garden became too
narrow for us. You might have...
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There is an answer.
I have something to live for...
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the uninvited guest barges in and sits
at the dining table, offering slivers of...