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describe the touch, no it¡¯s the thought
it¡¯s warm and yellow and has a ruffle
it¡¯s warm and yellow and...
he¡¯s so quiet i forgot he¡¯s there
and i think here i am.
¡°oh alice, come back he¡¯s just a kitten...
he¡¯s just a kitten¡±
a thousand leaves for your disguise fall on
the sky and looking up from down is a sea to
realize the leaves are falling up and down
up and round.
and this is from my heart to you
a crazy wind will stir me too and contre de la
sexisme
i am with you.
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