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we gallivant, enamored with such sweetly swollen hearts the gale sweeps through the waltzing trees with weeping winter grace your presence does forever cull my midst of misery I'm content in believing these surrogate streets stretch on GBE Written November 1st, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 04:21 PM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"we gallivant,..."