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They look and he looked ere was nothI wave in the thought , but ind no crops . living in her › in coolness . months away ied to picture her - no , that 1 he thought ile , her eyes , ing the first own with a irm and yet her hair over ...
They look and he looked ere was nothI wave in the thought , but ind no crops . living in her › in coolness . months away ied to picture her - no , that 1 he thought ile , her eyes , ing the first own with a irm and yet her hair over ...
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I lie by electric , my quick - living wife . The leaves are white upon the elder trees . I lie by my longwaisted , long - legged life . Was that a will - o - the - wisp , the light In the bloody wood ? There's beating in the breeze .
I lie by electric , my quick - living wife . The leaves are white upon the elder trees . I lie by my longwaisted , long - legged life . Was that a will - o - the - wisp , the light In the bloody wood ? There's beating in the breeze .
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None of which is to neglect the way I planned my living quarters : many books And journals out of sight , the light of day Smothered in narrow windows , phonograph And records ( for me , Beethoven , Bartók ; For my prey , Dvorák ...
None of which is to neglect the way I planned my living quarters : many books And journals out of sight , the light of day Smothered in narrow windows , phonograph And records ( for me , Beethoven , Bartók ; For my prey , Dvorák ...
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