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Wet is my whistle |
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Wandering wayward |
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Trouser is caught in a thorny bramble |
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Sun soon be slipping |
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Down spine of the meadow |
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Swamp candle flower |
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A watery fellow |
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The monarch's my right hand |
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Left is the sparrow |
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Twilight blue my bone and marrow |
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The river's path is old and narrow |
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First evening star |
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To comfort the scarecrow |
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Pull me up by the roots of my hair |
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Into the rosy atmosphere |
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Pull me up by the roots of my hair |
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Into the rosy atmosphere |
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Marveling over dead branches |
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Wind in the grasses |
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Marveling over dead branches |
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Wind in the grasses |
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Marveling over dead branches |
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Wind in the grasses |
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Marveling over dead branches |
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Wind in the grasses |
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Pull me up by the roots of my hair |
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Into the rosy atmosphere |
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Pull me up by the roots of my hair |
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Into the rosy atmosphere... |
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Marveling over dead branches |
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Marveling over dead branches |
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Into the rosy atmosphere |
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Into the rosy atmosphere |
