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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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If you stayed up all night you must have seen something . Someone . ” " Nothing . Not a goddamn nothing thing did I see with these sweet eyes . You need eyes with muscles to see in night like this . You need .
If you stayed up all night you must have seen something . Someone . ” " Nothing . Not a goddamn nothing thing did I see with these sweet eyes . You need eyes with muscles to see in night like this . You need .
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The ancient gods within the wood still keep Their brimming silence ; not the grieving , round Bell of thrush's song , nor crisping sound Of leaf on vivid , dying leaf ; not leap Of chittering squirrel , nor measured night - long peep Of ...
The ancient gods within the wood still keep Their brimming silence ; not the grieving , round Bell of thrush's song , nor crisping sound Of leaf on vivid , dying leaf ; not leap Of chittering squirrel , nor measured night - long peep Of ...
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