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| If I could, I would live on one of these leaves. |
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| What shadows cross your path on your way to the light? |
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| Soft pine needles in the morning light ease the eyes. |
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| We grow out of one another. |
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| I'm not looking at you no matter what. |
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| Forget about it. It's all water over the dam, dammit. |
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| These black-eyed Susans bloomed late, and found weeds in the place. |
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| Once you enter you won't want to leave. |
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| There's a pot of gold at the top of this hill. |
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| There are three of us and only one of you, so don't mess with us. |
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