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After Love There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I ...
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After Love There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I ...
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Rain I stand under a leafless tree more still, in this mouse-pattering thrum of rain, than cattle shifting in the field. It is more d...
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