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their blond legs burn like brush.
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We long to perish into the absolute.
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The wind that names
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If you find yourself lost, dig
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As the character yi, change, is derived
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You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,
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I bronzed my shoes and I hung ’em from a rearview mirror
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And all that’s best of dark and bright
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All times coexist, said Pancho Ferri,
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There’s a rainbow before me