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A lot has been…
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A man made of…
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A thought of you…
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After the shutter releases…
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For small creatures such…
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Hours went by, hours…
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I am alive with…
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I am who I…
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I never installed the…
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I put my mouth…
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I read my horoscope…
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I suppose this was…
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I thought you were…
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I touch your arm…
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I wake in love…
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I wake up snapped…
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I want to paint…
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In her final film…
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Is it possible to…
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It goes without saying…
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It may be the…
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I’ve dreamed of you…
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Learning to come as…
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Like many of us…
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Listen! I want your…
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Look at you in…
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Look inside when you…
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Moonlight making crosses on…
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Now do you know…
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Oh why? Oh why…
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on the poetry of…
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Sit in the familiar…
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So where does the…
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Some days we can…
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Space goes on forever…
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That love was a…
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The day is so…
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the ecstasy of having…
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the exultant position of…
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The moon passes into…
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The press of your…
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Then, for the first…
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There is so much…
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There’s a moment in…
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They offer me a…
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This nonsense is only…
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To hear you breathing…
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Varda tells us that…
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Watch me draw your…
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When I loved you…
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where your shoulders became…
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worshipful incomprehension
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You must write a…
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Your dear mother surprised…
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Your name like detergent…