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I see the straw
I have woven
my small days
time has come
may be again
to have
what is not
the horizon way
I love you
whispers my heart
I do not know
how it makes
happy notes
of the blues around
I see the straw
I have woven
my small days
time has come
may be again
to have
what is not
the horizon way
I love you
whispers my heart
I do not know
how it makes
happy notes
of the blues around
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