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Sleeping on a park bench promises things Will change for the better at dawn Because the sun clears dew and …
Sleeping on a park bench promises things Will change for the better at dawn Because the sun clears dew and …
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It struck me lately that I should jot down for myself a little note of what I have been doing …
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They always lie to us They always lie to us. When they proclaim they are telling the truth they act …
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