m.s.early
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he closes his eyes when he singsA Poem by m.s.early |
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speak to me in musicA Poem by m.s.early |
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spring mossA Poem by m.s.early |
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pansies at nightA Poem by m.s.early |
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the "you and me"A Poem by m.s.early |
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she asked if i'd love herA Poem by m.s.early |
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shake it offA Poem by m.s.early |
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you want to see your dear museA Poem by m.s.early |
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the streets by the canal are emptyA Poem by m.s.early |
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whisky and smokeA Poem by m.s.early |
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