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Cymbals are played.
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and the owl says it is summer
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my eye is craving it
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then they continued their silent journey
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The master hasn’t been among us long.
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The body / puts glue on a twig and catches a bird. Glue is a tool,
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no matter how one applies oneself
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When I watch you dancing there is a
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Recall that the universe
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would that we could wake up to what we were