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sleep of the ignorant.How joyous the stupidity of the
arrogant.Such a blow for the meek among us, Is the
criticism of the glow from your golden heart. I'm in a world where it's raining up.Where drops explode into a splash on the pavement and shoot through the sky exploding into clouds.It is the Dreamtime again. The world is soft and children are her saviour.Voluptuous waves bulge and spray.I saw her in a wild mist.Do you think I would give this away?
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