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flowers like the wind.
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Chevauchent, faisans les saulx.
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with her dark body,
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Bears visions, that his master-stroke
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at first. An orange, peeled
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lotus like slow-motion lightning,
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Look there, as if some lively twitch yet flickered
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Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
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Al sterelees withinne a boot am I
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There does not just stand in for something else.