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Clenched Soul

        e    even t.

        No one sahis evening hand in hand

        he world.

        I have seen from my window

        ta of su in tant mountain tops.

        Sometimes a piece of sun

        burned like a    in my hand.

        I remembered you h my soul ched

        in t sadness of mi you know.

        hen?

        here?

        Saying w?

        he whole of love e on me suddenly

        when I am sad and feel you are far away?

        t al t

        and my blue ser rolled like a    dog at my feet.

        Alhe evenings

        toues.
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