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Cannons grumble on the pillows throughout the night : the pulse . You should never have left me alone , Mother . Now we'll never find each other again . Never again . You should never have done it . You knew the nights .
Cannons grumble on the pillows throughout the night : the pulse . You should never have left me alone , Mother . Now we'll never find each other again . Never again . You should never have done it . You knew the nights .
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Yet I knew I lacked what reason couldn't get . At first wants were simple . Women chose To fall in step once plans were made clear And gentleness belied my cunning pose Of not caring , beneath which each one saw A secondary pose of love ...
Yet I knew I lacked what reason couldn't get . At first wants were simple . Women chose To fall in step once plans were made clear And gentleness belied my cunning pose Of not caring , beneath which each one saw A secondary pose of love ...
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Sure I knew him , " she was saying . " Friend of a friend - you know . He made it good , that guy - he's on the Avenue now . It was his secretary I knew . " Her friend smiled . " That was Miss Stearns , wasn't it ? " " Yeah . Stearn .
Sure I knew him , " she was saying . " Friend of a friend - you know . He made it good , that guy - he's on the Avenue now . It was his secretary I knew . " Her friend smiled . " That was Miss Stearns , wasn't it ? " " Yeah . Stearn .
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