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There's spring in the air. They're sweeping the streets, wind is a breeze, the sun becomes her he agrees. What's holding up her face? Nothing but blue skies, passage ways to windows that don't close. Where do you live? Love is a place. Where are you from? She says, ask yourself ask anyone what's holding up her face? Nothing but blue skies, passage ways the mind's eyes contemplates.
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